Oozing from the buried deep, Hemmoraging moments, present and real Weighted grieving, covers anahedom, Trickling memories taunting me...heaven on earth is a moment of visceral joy,contentment of mind; innocence,youth and time. A heart exploding with courageous lifeforce ,fill imagination, longing for luxurious lucid, living dreams Yet still seem to comfort the edges of pain. Little deaths, hardly ever even marked by a grave, compile, infect,amputate. Time is a gown adorning me with etherical sadness, Eternity abandoned -my saturation of Soul. Absence, inability to recall, except every detail. My moments of eternal devine suspension in Grace... Now stay like little bodies lifeless...for each one has mutated to a funeral of my soul, reservoirs for guilt and failure and shame. Evil contorted mind breaking, time wasting away... Like echos in the catacombs- moments of joy captured for all eternity Stay hidden unless they plan to visit my memories Lettin...
I write about the things I learn from the struggles,triumphs,and memories of my life. Sometimes I dont have the answers, but I just need to put my feelings and experiences down in black white...