Sleep

Suspended sensory... I close mine eyes...an absence of consciousness fills every corner, nook and cranny of nothingness, unable to sleep..at the same time...all I want is to be enveloped in darkness right now...hurting...thinking...longing to emerse myself in a state of continual hybernation...a constant coma of strawberries and butterflies...I slip down a mushroom and land in a dandelion. Spores disperse like soup at a soup kitchen...lights so bright I'm not sure if they are calling me or if it's my imagination..but he comes in my sleep....so sleep I'll try.

Emotional

Vulnerable....emotional...I throw a penny in the purple wishing well under the willow...only to find that it lands in a hornets nest. I run for my life, but they don't even take chase...am I even alive? I'm breathing but I'm not sure it's oxygen I take in...maybe it's sunshine or rain from the village or Rumpskin...I wipe my eyes, blue paint smears my face, I stick out my tongue and catch a snowflake and another season is gone...life passes before mine eyes...and the phone doesn't ring...why must I be so vulnerable?

Loving What You Do...

One thing is for certain...life is too short.

Do what you love and love what you do.

And if anyone ever gets in the way, put your blinders on and keep pushing forward. Happy is where it's at. Love is where it's at. Loving is living.

Betrayal

Asleep...stuck in a dream of gray matter like jello, it coagulates my brain cells, a feeling of betrayal, uncertainty, treachery and remorse...mine eyes are clouded by judgement when I'm no one to judge but it's as if a knife crashed through me like a wave of revolution, it disgusts me, tortured and stoned by a beast of burden, playing with the devil the angel did try to help only to have her wings sliced away like an afterthought, an alleged betrayal, pinned on my flesh...a martyr maybe...a victim most certainly...guilty in a sense, but only a passionate sincere inaccuracy, a miniscule mistake, one that would harbor the catalyst for  upheaval...it's no wonder death comes so easy in the night over a simple slip of the keyboard, fingers thinking faster than thoughts, racing for resistance but impatience is the devil that I should've slayed had I known the pain and anguish, the multitude and irony of ONE miscalculation...never good with numbers I was...but pity on the soul that should carry such seeded karma.