Dazed and fading

The world's are colliding and I am sinking . Yet I am standing tall. Once more I look up and I am able to see that all I thought wasn't important really is.

Silly how the mind of a female is. The core of deep thoughts and travels of erasing words, singling out the precious details of the day.

So simple it seems but the tearing that is felt is dividing. Such trama as I unwind and sit. Clearing my head in silence. Decorating the path of right clearer.

The decided parts of me are firm and unwavering but the child in me is fighting. Demanding the attention and breaking. The hope that lingers builds strength with this child. That dream is what is gathered. The fragile pieces sorted and cared for.

So gently the piece of me falls. Fails to realize the dream.

And here I sit crying, sniffling in the warm sunlight. Realizing I did hope a little too far but why fault me for that,  why destroy me for, yes, one tiny hope.

So I sound a bit me me me. Yet I feel so far from that. I feel as though a stone. The blinking lights of the signs and shadows of the sun spreading wide over me. I just am dazed by this.

How do I move? And I do. Only Jehovah knows.