My beautiful mind summons me to come and play yet again…
I miss her…she beckons so gently at first…. It is easy to hide from her soft glances…
Intensity invades my play as I try to find the reason inside the lunacy I run from as I ignore her pleas…
The rolling waves of the seacoast I keep inside my mind threatens first then ravenously reasons for me to come back to play…inside the memory of what I have become.
Tearing my heart open I see the redness from the scars I run from as I pretend nothing matters when It all matters so much…so much…so much…
We become what we cannot control or overcome….
I need to be free from the tremors from the day before yesterday…I keep time with the tick tock from the clock that lives only in my head as I try to find the one I left behind….in my search for me…
Delirium seeks me as I search for the sorrow I can’t fit into anymore…
I lost me while I tore the colossal thoughts that used to fit me when I wore my sadness.
I feel the grey covering my eyes as I try to touch solid ground…
I can reach the sky ,but solid ground escapes my grasp.
Floating into the openness of the release I begged for …fear calibrates my thoughts as I try to find me…yet again….
Marrying the memory to the tomorrow is thoughtful and mundane all at once.
Your fear does not fear you.
Panic-stricken laughter is all you have left as they try to find the reason for your ability to soar.
Finding the answer inside your madness is a sublime chase that beacons you weather you want to play or hide.
Seeking the answer before understanding the riddle is heartbreaking and audacious.
Chasing the wind feels like satin against my naked body as I wait…
Finding the one I can worship leaves me tingly and anxious…
I loath the stares from the abyss as I try to find my way back to the one I can worship again.
They hold their breath as I transcend into the nothingness that they are; as they try to suffocate all there ever was.