Does every star not shatter upon hitting the ground?
No matter how brightly it shown in life the impact is what hurts the fall is freedom.
Silence not time heals all wounds and distractions of frivolity play easy on broken heart strings yet this vessel is not if for Jeune nor dance for at least a full cycle of life.
Damaged ,cooked to the core through and through left my most for dead forgotten and buried as a bad dream of the past by others, missed by some and loved by even fewer. These bones irradiated and irrational grip to the hope that all of this pain was worth something. Penance for what???? I beg of you let this Madness end.
Sombre and tired of living life the way I have because obviously I’m not very good at it, the painting part is fine and occasionally I write a wide or two that might make sense somewhere to someone.
Breathing I’m still fairly good at when I’m not choking. The rest of this whole being alive thing I question though a great deal. Such proponderous thoughts for a tired guy. Guess my cup of beef broth didn’t hit four stars tonight lol. To anyone who made it down this far of my sad little rant , merci beacoupe I don’t mean to complain I know I’m the only one who can change my life,choices and direction,imoact, ect in this life but damn these trials have become pretty heavy. At least as far as these shoulders are concerned. Right then goddess night,US. Happy Ground hogs day UK if that’s a thing there.
- Much love and light. Benjamin. 2017 – “A life in progress.”