The contains of this life are far more extraordinary beyond the four walls I’m imprisoned by. The expansions of my sight reign from corner to corner, not from valley to green field after family of song birds. I aspire to be, not to see, but to hold, not to flutter past. I anticipate the flight – flight to passage. Not the body working, but the heart impaired with soul. The emotion and pain far too great to subside with overjoy. The sun – what is “sun?” A large, yellow, imperative – to – life element? But if not there, would we partake in adaption? The […]
You’ve been there, done that.Long, long time ago.Having the hold, the grasp on it.It’s gone now, but it’s back.Existing, but not at the same time. Lingering.
Maybe it’s just a phase. It will pass. Or not.
Who know? No one knows.
So for now, I’ll have to be stand with my feet planted firmly on the ground.
Firmly on the ground for routine.
The routine of what has to be.
For, that is how it has been, how it is, how it will be.
No stopping it now.
The days are slow, my minds like woe, holding for the truth.
My mind says go but my heart says no, but either way it’s an uncommon youth.
The disasterment of disaster, the fasterment of going faster, it’s all so bittersweet.
My words don’t make sense, but in my defense, defeat has taken over my sleep.
I say this with a heavy heart, it’s honestly tearing my mind apart, I hate to see it go.
Does it really ever go? I don’t know. My mind is simply like woe.