Drifting slowly away, gradually, slightly, even without discomfort. What is this incidious thief who takes all that used to be so wonderful? Little by little and piece by piece the magic disappears as if pulled gently apart until the tiny parts fade away into darkness unnoticed.
Passion's dying; ripped from the heavens; cast from the brilliance of stars. Falling alone and afraid. Slipping down through dirty cotton clouds posing as substance but offering none. Falling farther and farther away from its highest heights. Screaming in anguish then crashing upon dark wet rocks. Searing pain gives way to lifelessness.
Sharp gasp; hand clenching my breast steadying my heart; holding, seeking, hoping. Feeling the lonely drumming against the place that was once so full. Breath slowly escapes in a long thin wisp of a sigh. Is it too late? Is it gone?
There is such emptiness, but there is no pain in emptiness.
Passion's dying; ripped from the heavens; cast from the brilliance of stars. Falling alone and afraid. Slipping down through dirty cotton clouds posing as substance but offering none. Falling farther and farther away from its highest heights. Screaming in anguish then crashing upon dark wet rocks. Searing pain gives way to lifelessness.
Sharp gasp; hand clenching my breast steadying my heart; holding, seeking, hoping. Feeling the lonely drumming against the place that was once so full. Breath slowly escapes in a long thin wisp of a sigh. Is it too late? Is it gone?
There is such emptiness, but there is no pain in emptiness.
Sorrow creeps forward only in thought.
....the thief is in jail :-) and nothing is taken away, its just the mind playing tricks, and the other mind feeling tricked, in a sense, sometimes too much sugar makes one crash later, yet does not mean no more sugar, just a break, and yummy starts again... its better not think too much about this or that, but to let time take its course in every way that the mind adapts and heals and finds ways to feel excited again, there will always be a september, its just that whenever it rolls over its always different to feel its coming because the beauty of the mind is that ones grows older :-) other than that, i still love to get my sugar kick mango ice cream latte coffee mixed with Nuttela kick always and ever :-) ohhh you are so wonderful silly you!!! xoxoxoxox!!! oh yes also can you make sure the next time you get so moody, to not be alone in your blackness, and take me with you? Yes i hope you are smiling...... :-)
ReplyDeletemmmmmmmm...you are such a sweet sugary muse filled with pure light and magic...I could never take you into darkness for there is no darkness when you're with me...My love is yours always!
ReplyDeleteSigh.
ReplyDeletePull back the drapes, take off the sleeping mask, and see the brightness that is the new day dear. Darkness cannot overwhelm the light, it's the other way round, darkness flees the light. Take heart my little one, breath deeply new hope into that breast which seems deflated.
ReplyDeleteYou are not alone dear, pull back the mask of deception being woven about your mind by the weak darkness. See the room filled with your friends, your loved ones, reach out to them, they are waiting to embrace you, walk with you, kiss you, hug you, laugh with you, cry with you. But as one with you, not just you isolated or alone.
There is hope in the heights of relationship. never cast away those you have, for those you desire. It's a fools gamble at best.
Thank you Macey
ReplyDeleteIts beautiful yet sad to see your love and yearning for love. Macy is right on the nose, the object of your love needs to turn and look deeply into your eyes. Rekindle, reaffirm and stand hand in hand before you. Life is perilous on your own, to have found a lover is the highest delight. I see you are wanting to give all and thats a precious gift, beyond gold! Its your soul your essence!
ReplyDeleteA soul and love thats offered so openly cant be let adrift.
All the best wishes.