Feeling loneliness, distanced from everyone, taking nothing from the experience of emptiness, only the devastating emotions that rip and tear me apart constantly.
Having no reprieve, falling fast into black, murky, depressions of life’s hard reality and hell.
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Becoming a recluse in my mind,
song of life that is mine.Yet, a rhythm is striking like lighteningin a storm, combining with my interiorharmony and composing melodies attuned tomy frozen, broken heart.Taking care not to drop or mishandle it,lest it be crushed into millions of piecesby my sharpened tears of sorrow.
A stone, remote, cold, brought from another world – an environment of mountainous beauty, sitting now on an asphalt road in downtown Tempe.
Was the journey long and tortuous, or easy and fun?It’s silence is profound as it steadily sits, unrecognized for what it is – a piece of history – a part of a long ago mountain.It is now thought of as merely a stone, having been separated from it’s counterpart.
As I close my eyes and watch the world within spin and
upon me and life outside my body stops for a while.Swirling, turning towards inner rhythms with an all-encompassing wonder, I dance serenely with life andit’s moments of total, joyful privacy.No one can touch or come near when I am with myselfalone.Promises, vows, oaths, nothing to take seriously orcurse – the only thoughts walking about are…
Wild fantasies grow from independent minds,
Nourishing ideas from little seeds – watching them grow and bloom.Standing aside, allowing them room,being careful to pull out just the weeds, ideas are sown.One day soon to be explored in written words.