We breathe the same air. Eat food off the same lands. Share the same sun. Adore the same moon. Yet we rage wars. With words as ammunition. And destroy each other. To feed our own egos. Which doesn’t know satiety.
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When. I. Care. To. Notice.
When I care to see. The sunrise waking earlier than the clouds. When I care to hear. The birds chirping summer rhymes to the crickets. When I care to taste. The extra bit of honey from my honey in my tea. When I care to smell. The freshly baked bread for our Saturday smorgasbord. Then […]
One. Wish. Only.
One wish only. To accept. To move on. To be at peace. And at last. Peace came.
It. Is. Funny. Isn’t. It?
It is funny isn’t it? You work hard to keep ‘em doors closed. And then one opens because the flow has to flow. And you know you will fight for months to shut it back up. As the energy is the energy. It has not died. It‘s always just on the other side of the […]
Until. Death. Do. Us. Part.
I make hopelessly too much of death. Seriously. I mourn because I hate loneliness. I wonder if I can die before finding peace. Instead I should celebrate whoever leaves. As I am still living the mundane. Whilst they pioneer a new frontier. And I am still the same.
If. I. Shout. From. The. Rooftops.
If I shout from the rooftops. That my heart is broken beyond repair. Will the screams help me heal? As my many years of silence. Have not brought the stitches home.
Good. [Enough].
The human condition. We always want what we can’t have. Be what we don’t understand. Rule a kingdom out of reach. Whilst speaking empty words of righteousness. To be heard. To be understood. To be good enough. For others. When we should know we are more than good. More than enough. For ourselves. Imagine that […]
Words.
I have reached a place, where the more I must use words to be understood, the quieter I want to become. As words on a set ear are words superflous.
About. Boxes.
Squashed another big demon away in a box. One of the biggest yet. Sealed it up with sticky tape. Put it with the others in that dark room with the high shelves and double-lock door. At midnight I heard beating and screeching from behind the door, as every night before, but this time it felt […]
Too. Tired. To. Try.
I used to believe that forgiveness was the ignitor for many of my new starts. I used to believe that retries and resets would always find a better way. I used to believe in human kindness as the oxygen to my suffocating soul and unconditional love the blood supply to my heart. By God, I […]
