The water the way it kissed my feet set me beside myself wondering I'd this day wasn't entirely wasteful. I felt what could have been my own demise yet I remain hopeful. Looking upon myself I am judging me, waiting for my guilt to poor into a purple sea. This feeling of insanity will overcome me. I had a moment, perhaps two, of peace but then my generosity had been misplaced. I sense I have been slipping away from all that is concrete and slowly dumping myself where I shouldn't be. Why am I looking at myself with such a stone cold stare? As if my soul has disappeared. I am my worst enemy or so it seems, closing off open visions to let off my steam. All the time I look deep to find that reason to once again be a whole person. Now I feel easy because all things will come and all things must be.
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