Quicksand, all I ask is for warmth

Like that of an etch a sketch. You can draw a magnificent piece and shake it a few times. All is gone.  So like my mind.

The days fade into quicksand. Sadly how the seconds trip over themselves to be gone inside my head.

The time crawls in a distance as I look out past the sunlight. The blues and oranges leave the night into the darkest lighted night. The opening of the mind just sighs as the eyes close.

A new day relies on the steps. The breath that exhales. The eyes unwind into the coolness. I follow the feet. One in front of the other.

Careful not to feel ill of the loss of yesterday nor of the memories I didn't write down.

The mind is fresh and jumbled.  I am clear. Uncertain of what may be given today, then forget to write it in stone.

Photographs mean the most. Letters, long and breathtaking. Long walks and talks that give off a lot of emotions. The laughter, the tears and clear truths.

I hope one day the day comes when I can hold just a little longer the fresh memories. No longer needing to place a note to recall the time erased.

I don't want to forget people nor emotions they give me. Don't want to toss and turn wondering how I knew them, how we met and where I stand with them.

Whether the bridge is strong or faulty. I want to know this not sit and wonder then forget every night.

Perhaps all is good if I really don't know where I stand with people anyhow. It will harm more than help.

One more day I am here. Confused in a way but making do. Willingly pursuing a brand new me. Whatever that is after today.

One day the opening of remembering will be here. I hope. Just if it was for one full day. I will appreciate.  Good or bad I will be grateful.

Just a new day now. Listening to music to pull me through leftover emotions. Settling the dust. Packing away everything but the positive.

Now I just must crave a bit of peace in the throbbing brain. Just want the ricocheted parts to become like titanium,  bulletproof. But I am still standing and living through all.

Following the lyrics and building up my spirit. Researching, exercising the hands with mental notes, yet written. All I can do.

All I ask is for you to continue to love me. Truly care. Give laughter, hugs and warmth. Not too much to ask for the day.

Is it? For that is all it will hold.