Dreams from the night beforelinger in the backgroundfor the remainder of the day.We pray for what we cannot controlto have a positive outcome.Sending wishes out into the universeto be on our side, for everythingbad to turn out alright.Luck teaches us lessons, we don’talways know we’ve been dealta bad hand when we’re drowningin the consequences ofContinue reading “Learning Lessons”
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As a Kid
Adults tell you as a kidtime moves faster for them.Which you don’t believebecause time moves at aglacially slow pace.Days feel like weeks,weeks feel like months,and so on and so forth.Shifting into new decadesdo you begin to comprehendwhat you were told as a kid.
Peace
My thoughts float above my being,I drift through days,watch the moon rise,listening to the waves,drifting through the dreamsI will surely forget in the morning.
Reflection
Over the bridge, there’s a riverreflecting the treeson a cold summer daylaughs linger throughthe quiet of naturereminders of seasonsas the heat finally breaksthe possibilities ofwhat could be awaitin the mirrored wateronly if you choose to see.
Nonlinear
I miss your smile these days.I trace my steps through the summer seasonsearching through memories I thought I lostonly to reappear in instances where smellsremind me of my childhood.I avoid driving by your housein the winter, I hate seeing someonewho isn’t you celebrating in the houseI called home in the warmer months.Christmas lights glistening don’tContinue reading “Nonlinear”
Dreamy
In the days of summer, time slips intothe vast puddle of shallow memories.I sit in search of honesty, making senseof what I will never fully understand.Patiently, I listen and take in informationthat’s not mine, assessing the gravity ofsituations I only can lend empathy to.
boating season
Summer has settled in the airalong the shore I watch the boatsgo by on the coast’tis the season for observationI watch closely as the hazecomes then fades in the distanceof the day.
Dance
Patience is a delicate dance, one in whichthe steps are mapped out but only so far.One in which it can slip out of graspcausing damage to commence in its wake.Choosing peace and quiet to sitas I watch the dancers graspthe concept of changeas I try to understandmy own.
Intuition
Drowning out the noise of the day,trying to exist without getting lostin the ocean of my own thoughts.I seek beauty, make stories in my head,dance out the darkness until itno longer enraptures my every step.I’m okay, I say, I’m okay.These are the days where I’m beginningto believe my own words.
Internal Landscapes
A David Gray album is my soundtrackas the tides change in my brainas the days are shifting, blossoming.I am in the process of mourningthe part of me that’s helped mesurvive up until now. I love her dearlybut in the process of growth, I mustlet her go. My body aches at herdeparture, for it’s unbalanced inContinue reading “Internal Landscapes”
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