Phenomenal
Phenomenal.
Could be an event or a woman. Could be transformation or event an overlap.
Still just an emotion of shock is what could lay here. Floored on a matter but the slightest call of events will just churn inside my mind creating this evidently bad results.
So it's best to sleep off things that to let myself drown in any negative thoughts. Even more so is the idea that I let whatever it is to spin inside.
Such a tedious reaction and the emotions that are unsettled. Ah how simple I must replay and dance around things.
Look away. Look away. Seated next to my window, golden chair and feet dangling off arm. I just stare out the window. Weighing only the nice pieces of life.
Opened my window enough to hear the slight breeze and the birds. Just the calming of mind and easing the soul to sleep. My spirit weighs on a tendril of hope.
Yet today is just about recovery. Not anything else. If other pieces happen in a day, I am happy.
Yet I don't dare ask for anything. And now my eyes drift close. Oh just for the few minutes. Typing away until the eyes reopen. I correct the lines.
Holding onto hope that the meaning of what phenomenal is for me today. I can't let anything else draw me or fool the mind.
Just healing and full recovery is expected.
So my day is spent where sunshine licks paled freckles and genuine smiles. Where ice blue turns to soft grays because warm hugs and kisses are welcomed by the sky.
That is how my day starts as phenomenal. Anything else is a bonus.
But never do I expect anything but the cool breeze to hold me and kiss my skin.
Could be an event or a woman. Could be transformation or event an overlap.
Still just an emotion of shock is what could lay here. Floored on a matter but the slightest call of events will just churn inside my mind creating this evidently bad results.
So it's best to sleep off things that to let myself drown in any negative thoughts. Even more so is the idea that I let whatever it is to spin inside.
Such a tedious reaction and the emotions that are unsettled. Ah how simple I must replay and dance around things.
Look away. Look away. Seated next to my window, golden chair and feet dangling off arm. I just stare out the window. Weighing only the nice pieces of life.
Opened my window enough to hear the slight breeze and the birds. Just the calming of mind and easing the soul to sleep. My spirit weighs on a tendril of hope.
Yet today is just about recovery. Not anything else. If other pieces happen in a day, I am happy.
Yet I don't dare ask for anything. And now my eyes drift close. Oh just for the few minutes. Typing away until the eyes reopen. I correct the lines.
Holding onto hope that the meaning of what phenomenal is for me today. I can't let anything else draw me or fool the mind.
Just healing and full recovery is expected.
So my day is spent where sunshine licks paled freckles and genuine smiles. Where ice blue turns to soft grays because warm hugs and kisses are welcomed by the sky.
That is how my day starts as phenomenal. Anything else is a bonus.
But never do I expect anything but the cool breeze to hold me and kiss my skin.
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