I refuse to be the person that when asked if anything is wrong, responds with, “nothing”.
When something really is.
I refuse to be the person that when asked if anything is wrong, responds with, “nothing”.
When something really is.
The sun is just around the curve;
whispering this to you,
The Sky.
Back lit and caressing all that is seen,
with a strong subtlety
of grey purple.
The world is still quiet here
pyjama shuffling slipper feet,
and I smile.
Today is choices and availability
to do and to be purposeful,
just the way
The Grey Purple of the Sky-
the chance at another Day,
tells me to be.
We sure are a cause but we are kinda lost.
Even the strongest swimmers can only flail for so long.
Like cat or baby
sitting on our lap,
and how often we have to pee
or grab the kettle
but we share that moment with our heart and our head
and we sit still.
We don’t get up
because to disturb the beauty
would be oh so unsatisfying.
Happy Birthday, Woo.
Sometimes dramatic thoughts and not thinking about the realistically or literally or common sensically, way, is fun. It’d endearing to my own self. I believe in it . For the fun. For the youthfulness.
And standing on that once upon a time wizard feel, is a fantastic. I feel the confidence that comes with being proud. that’s easy to feel when you have the audience praise popping around the stage of life you’re making. And when you don’t , when you find that the spark’s been sucked up, or you cant light wet ash, you create the fire,you become the rest of the part you stumbled with.
In growing older, you question whether you are being the so young so too much and you wonder about the crowd u want to attract.
And once you realize the place you want to exist in for yourself, you can love that you can know the power in the relationship you make with who you are.
Shall I fall apart, away or inwards?
Shall I grow bigger in my demise, or take seven steps out and start, yet again?
Oh the people that have death, would they envy us? Watch us live so shallow? If only we could die for awhile, just so that we could live again, like we should.
How come some people live like that, without having needed to be dead?
Maybe they come from stellar parts of the universe.