Stream of consciousness
diving into the shallow end
and drowning in the deep
just where you need to go
to wake you from your sleep.
"There is a kind of crying I hope you have not experienced, and it is not just crying about something terrible that has happened, but a crying for all of the terrible things that have happened, not just to you but to everyone you know and to everyone you don’t know and even the people you don’t want to know, a crying that cannot be diluted by a brave deed or a kind word, but only by someone holding you as your shoulders shake and your tears run down your face."
Meticulously self-constructed mazes
Designed to lead into destruction
Form the fabric of my mind.
I am running and meeting dead ends
But unsure and unsteady, I sense I must be close.
In all honesty
I’ve forgotten what I needed to find
And lost sight ofthe justification for pain I sewed onto its value
Singing tunes of yesterday’s misgivings
Playing by the meadows
Seeking new yet humble beginnings
Hide and seek with my own shadows
My stomach is clenched and aching
My body is itching to unstitch itself
Non acceptance is a contagious and viral disease.
The moon rises before the sun falls
My heart is anchored by regret
I catch my breath instead of a star
But I’ve neither forgiven nor forgotten
I’m scattering roses
On the footprints I leave behind
To thank you, who I believe in but can not name,
For letting me leave a mark on the world with so many already.
To tell you that I do not intend to scar it;
Five seconds was five seconds more than I could ever ask for.
To remind you, and to that extent ,myself, that I can not create anything as beautiful as this moment.
Reality is too often mistaken for expectation
And expectation with truth
Leaving no room for satisfaction
For our death-dreading youths
"It is better to have fewer wants than to have larger resources."
I am afraid
I wish I had the courage
To seek the courage I keep seeing glimpses of within me.
It fires the candle of my potential
Which every exhalation seems to extinguish.
I wish I could love myself even when I have no idea who that is.
But I am afraid I can not rid of fear by wishing it away.
I am afraid.
"Human beings are themselves considered consumer goods to be used and then discarded. We have created a “disposable” culture which is now spreading."