Walking down under and seeing nothing to glance more than once at.
Life is so unnecessary most of the time, yet we continue falling for it’s temptations.
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Chapters of life open themselves without any prodding whatsoever.
Solidifying all exterior motives into one giant escape into circles of antagonistic woe.Testing people and circumstances every day, trying their meddle in fires of adversity.Beaming thoughts on questions being asked by others.Giving estimations of their own, lasting images congregate in denizens of tomorrow.
Racing around a back room at the Wagon Yard, two little toddlers, running joyfully, holding balloons and chasing one another.
Keeping each other company until it’s time to stop and go home to bed.
Walking along edges of time, balancing the energy of life against death’s.
of familiarity through pain.Purposely denying advantages of the future, while letting go of the past and it’s failures.Echoing calls of yesterday, haunting minds of futility, dragging along fruitless tasks of living.Turning constantly away from degradation in life’s grasp, hoping and praying for a delicate, lace-like release, with a final resting place beneath death’s silken sheets…
Knocking on inner doors throughout catacombs,
mosaics.Being partially hidden in darkness, covered bythe shadows of midnight.
Dragging down hallways of yesterday,
of leaving it behind on doorsteps ofingratitude.
Softly, gently, in time,
through life, making itbittersweet to taste budsof my mind.