Today feels heavy,
it already feels like years and the sun only became warm a few hours ago.
Almost mocking me.
Holding a firm grip on my heart, making me feel like there is something I need to say,
but can't find the words.
I can't even define the feeling.
It isn't bad, or good.
Just strong.
Is it my own creation, a spirit that I decided to breathe life back into because I know it is the substance I am lacking.
My own passion finally able to take refuge, on this blank screen full of only potential..
My own translation of what travels through my veins,
and then bled through the light tapping of these keys.
Release, breathe.
Only to allow my chest to feel light again, full of life and breath.
Keeping this shelter going,
home of my soul.
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