Wrapping space tightly around the little life that’s left, shutting out the laughter and joy of other people’s lives.
Turning in upon a world of sorrow left alone to ponder why.
Sifting through old memories – never with a friend – staring across a bridge that will soon be burned to the ground, allowing no one else to follow into your own little world.
Building bridges don’t exist here anymore.
Lolling around atmospheres of hidden refrain, calculating moments spent in fear.Alive no more with wanton thoughts, life sits still, wondering what is next in it’s reverie or plight.
Always in my prayers are gentle reminders of our life together.
Far into my mind I delve and dive, attempting to bring myself into a somewhat relaxed mode.Life must be slowed down so I can remember what it’s like to be smart again because of memory problems plaquing and suffocating my intellect.Arriving at conclusions close to imagination I strive to coallesce and collate every thought into…
tempos being played tonight.Keeping up, not letting down barriers so I canwrite without thinking of anything.Just letting the waterfall in my intellect keepflowing, taking all thoughts and attachingmeanings in poems.
Needing no one to lead the way, prefers to explore new byways of it’s own choosing.Life experiences are multiplied this way and wisdom grows with youthful thought to a land of wonder and awe.Carefully picking thoughts to remember, pressing petals between the mind, allowing itself a home to call it’s own forever.
One day at a time is too much to handle – is it okay to do it for an hour?When will things fall into place? Can I rush it?I don’t have the patience to wait – I need it now.Peace may be here, but why am I still like an egg? being scrambled inside.Waiting, reaching…
