Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
Skirting the shadows, I create my own. Cast upon the floors and walls. In the absence of light, the smallest detail is defined, even the outline of some stray hairs play across the surface.
By Katie 2 years ago in Poets
What is waiting for me? There beyond the veil. Where none can see or know. Where is this ride that I’m on headed? I long to release the brakes, that are holding me back. To see....., finally, just how far I can take it.
As wood turns to ash in the flames, I too am being slowly consumed. My very being slowly eroding before this onslaught of emotions.
There are daisies on the dress, that I’m wearing now. They are a chaos across the fabric. Like daisies of the fields,
I can hear it’s footfalls, chasing me down. No matter how hard I try to outrun it, it is still there. Clinging to me, I cannot shake it.
I took a nap, and when I woke, the world had changed. It took some time for me to notice, how things were slightly skewed. How long had I slept? I cannot say, a week or a day. Mere minutes most likely.
Lately it feels as if I’m dressed in black, devoid of all color. But it suits me, this feeling. It is as if I’m mourning my own existence.
Don’t you dare step out of line! What! You have a question. How dare you question “THE science” Come, join the “good ones” the ones who willingly take their medicine.
If your desire is thus so, then so be it. To be so callously blind to all that transpires, then I have no time for you. Go live your life, your life of consuming, without thought.
Where should I look for inspiration? Might I find it in a sunrise? Surly a stream could give me all that I could ever wish for. Maybe I should run off to the mountains for everything that they would offer.
The longing, the desire, to have that comforting embrace. It rules me, this longing. When it is lacking, when I can no longer feel it, I am at it’s mercy.
Where do I start? How do I bridge the chasm, of the lack of understanding? The monumental lack of them trying to understand.