Of pure laughter, genuine smiles, joy, happiness, sunshine, rainbow, all things bright and cheery. Of white fluffy dogs smiling at you, the blossoming of a white daisy, of freedom running in an open field, of the knowing that you are not alone, of the presence of someone close, the smile only couples share, real tight long hugs, comfortable silences, the warmth when you step out of an air-conditioned place; with the sun lightly shining on your face, the smell of freshly baked bread, refreshing raindrops falling lightly on your face; of innocence, trust, hope, lightness in heart, mind & soul, comfort, peace, and most of all, to love and be loved.
Mind splintered into a million pieces, floating in void, each piece slowly degenerating, drifting away from the source of strength, hope, love. Sinking lower and deeper into the darkness, the heart aches; each chamber beating desperately, wary of the next pierce. Coldness fills, light fades, heart lost. Mechanically, body works. Going through the motions of living, but never lived. Eating good food, but never tasting. Irony amidst deception. The heaviness of a burdened soul immobilizes, like lead, it poisons. Leaving it twisted, jaded, wary, drained, dispassionate, lost, hopeless, goal-less, wasted, cold, uncouth; hollow. Reality kicks in. Time waits for no man. Along you move to the rhythm of an empty laden shell. Hungrily, you assault your senses with anything that comes by, taking, to fill the void. Distraction, chaos, novelty, restlessness become your closest friends.
Tiredness envelopes, overwhelms you as you lay your pounding, boozed head to rest. No energy left to think, as you slip into the abyss; relieved of the chaos. Another day passes. Chatting to friends of various time zones, absorbed in their world, sharing their pain/joy/happiness; lunches and dinners come and go, filling up your time, distracted, another day passes. New hobbies, new friends, new ideas, new revelations, novelty; another day passes.
Occasionally, a glimmer shimmers through the darkness. You shun the flicker, for it has become foreign; you fall back further into the darkness, not caring. A ray of light slices the darkness. Incidentally, you felt the warmth. Tears rain down as you remember who you were and how messed up you’ve become. Still untrusting, you tolerate the light, fighting with what you want and who you are now, that you can see a little. When is it the time to let go; to let the light in? When is it time to stop fighting?
Patience. Gentleness. Two words You gave.
Tired I am. Rest I need. Take me, now.
Living outside of time, seated next to You; is all I ask for.
Mind splintered into a million pieces, floating in void, each piece slowly degenerating, drifting away from the source of strength, hope, love. Sinking lower and deeper into the darkness, the heart aches; each chamber beating desperately, wary of the next pierce. Coldness fills, light fades, heart lost. Mechanically, body works. Going through the motions of living, but never lived. Eating good food, but never tasting. Irony amidst deception. The heaviness of a burdened soul immobilizes, like lead, it poisons. Leaving it twisted, jaded, wary, drained, dispassionate, lost, hopeless, goal-less, wasted, cold, uncouth; hollow. Reality kicks in. Time waits for no man. Along you move to the rhythm of an empty laden shell. Hungrily, you assault your senses with anything that comes by, taking, to fill the void. Distraction, chaos, novelty, restlessness become your closest friends.
Tiredness envelopes, overwhelms you as you lay your pounding, boozed head to rest. No energy left to think, as you slip into the abyss; relieved of the chaos. Another day passes. Chatting to friends of various time zones, absorbed in their world, sharing their pain/joy/happiness; lunches and dinners come and go, filling up your time, distracted, another day passes. New hobbies, new friends, new ideas, new revelations, novelty; another day passes.
Occasionally, a glimmer shimmers through the darkness. You shun the flicker, for it has become foreign; you fall back further into the darkness, not caring. A ray of light slices the darkness. Incidentally, you felt the warmth. Tears rain down as you remember who you were and how messed up you’ve become. Still untrusting, you tolerate the light, fighting with what you want and who you are now, that you can see a little. When is it the time to let go; to let the light in? When is it time to stop fighting?
Patience. Gentleness. Two words You gave.
Tired I am. Rest I need. Take me, now.
Living outside of time, seated next to You; is all I ask for.