Seeds of resurrection.
Childish games they continue playing. Those lingering lies were their truth as fairy tales.
I stepped away. For a moment, my thoughts I quietly transcribed—a world of burning embers. I returned, and everything I knew turned to ashes.
Memories no longer forgotten.
Another storm is coming. Feeling the barometric pressure. Waiting for the strong winds, to begin parting our ways.
Passive avoidance
Existence without presence
Crowded emptiness
I thought things would get better as I got older. So much experience to make the journey easier. Then I realized, I should have changed my ways.
The world is a bully that torments me for decades. My experience doesn’t make up for my mental state that is withering away.
Familiarity is now in the distance. I don’t recognize this place. Anxiety occupies the space. There is no refuge for the one who is damaged, no rest for the one who is in despair.
I thought things would get better instead, I’m just getting older.
Haunted by the dead and buried; acceptance denied due to the absence of closure. Grasping at the tattered hem of a garment; faith-seeking answers. Time dictates the pace of suffering; peace is a forced state of mind.
It rains in the most obscure places; the unexpected. Taps playing on my skin. The urge to run becoming prevalent. Be still, let nature take its course.
A sense of panic lingers. Words spewed to comfort. It’s not over. Garbled dreams and nightmares so vivid. Time is forced to rewind. We’ve shut our doors again.
This valley is void of life. My days are wasted and my nights are restless. I’m bankrupt because of good deeds. My thoughts gathered in an empty space. The shadows tell me there’s no reason to be here.
Our time collected things unchanged. This future abates.
Our world is burning; the flames fanned by rhetoric. The old continues overshadowing the new. We’re exhausted from the cynicism. Campaigns of unkept promises. We want to retire the unchanged.
I am fixated on a situation from long ago. That moment has become the standard of measure. Balance of thought consumed by the trauma. The scale unfairly weighs.
I struggle to sleep. Relaxation and empty thoughts are what I need. I want to dream again. I wander across the moments in my journal, looking for the turning point that brought me here. Looking back has become my default perspective; I don’t want to become a pillar of salt.
I watched the dawn with optimism — my hope for sunny days laid out in my dreams. I can feel my spirit contradict my desires because the world’s touch is abrasive. The wounds have blurred my vision. The Winter took its toll, but the groundhog predicted an early Spring.
Our desires on the edge of perception, the fearless hide their inhibition. The tears fall unseen. The pain of redemption is so poignant; the push is inexplicable. Soon, these days will become forgotten, nothing more than a sensation in the back of our minds. Time is closing; it is dwindling in the blink of an eye.
My twisted path. The weight of every step left a deep impression. Every way I took led to a dark revelation. I must gently find my horizon.
I reached out to God for deliverance. He would not answer. I offered my soul to the Devil in exchange for freedom. He would not take it.
Rum and Coke; diluting frosty shards. Taste of reminiscence; scent of delight.
Some pencil sketches. Those candid creations. No erasures. Lines forming collaboration.
Moment caressing nostalgia. A connected imagination. Colors and shades. A childhood infatuation.
Another sunset, the final seconds fading on this journey of exploration. The trials and errors of experimenting with people’s opinions; the proverbial setup for failure. Decisions born from chaos.
Trying times is an understatement. I believed the things I’ve seen. I trusted the stuff I’ve heard. My mind dismantled; my heart ripped to shreds.
The lesson is a scarlet letter. A scar forever. No retribution, no reclamation; the damage is done and the debt is settled.
Night seems Eternal.
Waiting no Longer.
Taking new Paths.
Seeing the light.
Comfort and Joy.
An expected moment reaching its zenith of time. Darkness accepts the extended invitation. A cosmic presence finding delight in the midst of mortals. The stone becoming unhinged.
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