There are no words to explain the chaos that reigns down upon me on this day of all days or anyday as it or may have been. The winds of time have whipped and frayed me to the core of cores…. And i have walked or wiggled my way so far,….. Yet home never came back….Never once..
Now this heart is done with love or so it seems.. I’ve grown tired of the chase. A heart, a poem, a sleeve and soul with no filters as i look blankly at the walls like a child recording every sound, every change and subtly. With eyes blurred by time, tinted by roses once, uet now turned to stone as this burden and worry grow deep.
Such falsehoods we keep as the dancers dance remembering all thing have weight and we have a choice everyday of whom we shall be… And how we shall behave.
Foregive me not whispers in the dark are like white lies on the darkest night… Giving little comfort by the light day and truth of honor.
**written not today.