These frequent little dips in time, that I know how to fix this from a logical, textbook standpoint seem to scare me so much. I don’t like the person these sweating thoughts make me. Someone stuck somewhere in the past, can’t get over something- Something or someone is buried and it’s trying to bury me. Did I block something out? They tell me they believe I did. I’d have to deal with it either way. But I don’t know how. All these minor distracions keep forcing me to transfer my thoughts to a world somewhere other than here I always have something to deal while I’m hiding from the mirror. Should I not feel this way right now. I’m mentally impaired. ——————————————————————————————————————————
Lots wife was told not to look back, if she looked back she’d crumble, wither away with the blossoms of coming old. There’s not abnormality here- I think we’re almost driven to engulf ourselves in something- And It’s just so human, I keep looking back and turning to dust
———————————————————————————————————————- In the forest here all is quiet And flattened leaves with their waterproof coats fall in swivels like gliding tortoise shells Spinning Piling onto the ground Where no one notices The tree ultimately Has to watch itself it’s whole life Seemingly at peace with it’s role And while it may not understand a beating heart It’s energy changes with the sound of a sweet voice The tree understands This world expects nothing of us other than our breath and probably feels bad at how much we forget how to just be. fading elements in time
Before Audrey Hepburn died she sat outside in cool crisp air and gazed upon the icy mountain tops painted upon a not so distant place- She tilted her head to the sunlight and smiled, “Mmm, that’s delicious,” She said.