What is perspective? Holding a pecan in hand and seeing the tree. Advertisements
I cover my eyes but my thoughts still choose to stray among primrose fields
I stare at the keys as the monitor heats up my troubled forehead.
The calm of morning goes away in a rush when I remember fear.
flowing into me an invisible ribbon of air fills my chest
The world is chaos. I close my eyes and breathe in a moment of peace.
Hazy morning star Burning yellow in the sky behind clouds of ice
The morning sunrise. How often we ignore the Miracle of dawn.
Refuse me. Words that I saw printed on a bag. Why does the bag feel the need to tell me its inadequacies? Who makes a bag with low self esteem? When I think of the words “refuse me”, it conjures feelings of sacrifice. “Honey, I’m no good for you. Refuse me.” Feelings of self-pity… “Go … Continue reading
TODAY I STOOD ALONE. OUTSIDE OF EVERYTHING, ON A NEVER ENDING PLANE OF BLUE. ALONE, BUT WITHOUT LONELINESS. SEPARATE, BUT WITHOUT ISOLATION. UNFEELING, BUT WITHOUT EMPTINESS. FROM THE OUTSIDE, I COULD SEE EVERYTHING AS IT IS. WITHOUT BEING A PART OF IT. WITHOUT LOVE. WITHOUT FEAR. WITHOUT EMOTION. WITHOUT DESIRE. AND I WONDERED, DOES BEING … Continue reading