Skimmed
I found myself seeking this turbulence of life. A silent but steamy love affair with nature and extreme quiet that overtook my time in great quantities. Though I appeared to be deeply lodged inside the world, I really was only skimming the surface. Gaining this strange momentum just so I could five into the abyss of something I still don't even grasp myself.
Clearly I wanted to be lost or overpowered by some distant strength. A quest that led me straight back to misunderstanding and slight confusion. Only for the matter of this romance of stories enriched by the yesterdays belonging to family. And as I plowed through the numerous black and whites I found myself smiling above tin types and faces that have faded.
Times like these, truth be told the flicks of a reel don't make any more sense today than the silent grays did then. And as I remain still in my bed, the remnants of the past wave before me, only long enough to tickle the mind and trigger the heart.
The length of what should be emptied still lingers in a breath of fresh, brisk air. Sadly that is what should stay. And even though, at times, the prospect of what is to open scares me, I am grateful that I am well aware of the slips and falls. Perhaps, that idea stings for a reason.
The openings given are to prepare me for what the days will give. Even the grand storm that is breaking before my eyes, I am thankful. Truthfully, these types of events are the most promising of clarity. Up building in what may transpire within seconds or decades.
Nevertheless this is how odd my days are remaining. Honestly, I have no fear. Intimidated by only a few and distanced by the hope I press deep within myself. That is the strength I cling to. My hope and my truth.
Cautiously I am aware of the ripples I am creating. Indeed the magnitude will be significant but I assure you, life is just a bit of turbulence and lots of laughter.
So recall the silence I enjoy but also the life I have. Now smile and enjoy this little jaunt of confusion.
Clearly I wanted to be lost or overpowered by some distant strength. A quest that led me straight back to misunderstanding and slight confusion. Only for the matter of this romance of stories enriched by the yesterdays belonging to family. And as I plowed through the numerous black and whites I found myself smiling above tin types and faces that have faded.
Times like these, truth be told the flicks of a reel don't make any more sense today than the silent grays did then. And as I remain still in my bed, the remnants of the past wave before me, only long enough to tickle the mind and trigger the heart.
The length of what should be emptied still lingers in a breath of fresh, brisk air. Sadly that is what should stay. And even though, at times, the prospect of what is to open scares me, I am grateful that I am well aware of the slips and falls. Perhaps, that idea stings for a reason.
The openings given are to prepare me for what the days will give. Even the grand storm that is breaking before my eyes, I am thankful. Truthfully, these types of events are the most promising of clarity. Up building in what may transpire within seconds or decades.
Nevertheless this is how odd my days are remaining. Honestly, I have no fear. Intimidated by only a few and distanced by the hope I press deep within myself. That is the strength I cling to. My hope and my truth.
Cautiously I am aware of the ripples I am creating. Indeed the magnitude will be significant but I assure you, life is just a bit of turbulence and lots of laughter.
So recall the silence I enjoy but also the life I have. Now smile and enjoy this little jaunt of confusion.
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