Sitting, gazing out the window, I’m reminded that even in the face our greatest “despair” something always shines through to carry you. Piggy back it for awhile if I may, help carry me until I find my way? So hard to ignore the sounds and melodies stored in my every waking thought, animated only to be burned to the ground over and again.
Cut open from the inside, now catching up to me, flirting disaster unknowingly…”What do you want from me!” silently I scream, rage like I’ve never seen! To my cries I get the reply, “I wanted to see if you could reinvent yourself and maybe me.”
Simple as it sounds, why must growth bring such frowns, this fucking circus and these damn clowns! Something inside of me leaped, playing, without consoling me? Really?! Do you live by consequences in the unseen, the karma it may bring?
Stepping back, I have no wish to sting, hanging on for dear life yet slowly, I feel myself tiring. This merry-go-round ain’t my thing.