Detached from the inside, she disintegrated. She carried the weight of the world on her face with a broken smile, screened in from her demons. That last tear leaked only to have her rise like a sunflower. She was standing tall, showing the world her beauty.
One day, the inhale will no longer breathe the air we take for granted—choice your words with meaning, and live life for a purpose. What the purpose is, you can only decide.
It’s like what I say goes in one ear out the other. So I grip on to this idea, thinking that what I feel is real. Knowing everything is temporary in this illusion, I break free of reality.
I never realized what Love is, maybe because I never understood what Love was. Love is a four-letter word; So is hate. Love and hate are complete opposites; Love can turn into hate with loving. Too much of anything can become erring.
The wall seems detached; I look for a hammer, find a nail. There is a knock on the door; I look at my phone, no new messages. I sit; I need to let the dog out. I think then forgot what I was contemplating.
Don’t trust your feelings. They pass just like a sunshower; the bleak blisses will foreshow the meaning of the feeling.
Dear cold spring night. How today feels like every other day I am trying to break free of this mental prison instilled in the core of my soul. I ask you to heal what is missing from this artistic cluster to grow from the cement grounds. So that I can smell the aroma of herContinue reading “life”