Escape (Be Aware)

When my eyes close…

The hurt that surrounds me is no longer in sight and I am enshrouded in darkness… and it is there that I can hide away, but everyone can still see me…

I am adult, playing a child’s game of multidimensional peek-a-boo with the universe in which the visible world before me is no longer in sight… but the one inside of me composed of my memories and emotions remains…

This is where I am… all alone…

Won’t someone hear me scream?

For I have been here far too long in this darkness that I no longer have shape… I have no face… I am the sum of all that I have endured, triumphed, cried over, laughed about, hated and loved… and although here I possess no physical set of eyes… I can see all of these things set before me…

Running away is impossible because I am this world… and it is from all the experiences I have lived through that have given me this cosmos encased by my skin…. So why try and hide? Why try and leave?

This is my life… and I am thankful….

Sunday (Post Saturday Night)

A simple sunrise is far from just that…

It is a humbling beauty that begs to be seen…

Yet my preference is in keeping the curtains drawn, leaving the new day unseen but not unknown…

Having spent an evening with your world at my fingertips, the desire to pull night past daybreak and letting it linger into the afternoon…

What happened? I ask myself with a tremble trying to keep nimble with every thought so as not to sever the connection that can lead me to return to the center of your universe…

It’s 8a.m. and Monday is twenty-four hours away…

Musing 3/10/14

So very often when I want to write I get distracted by things at home. What bills I have to pay, television, netflix series I “need” to catch up on etc… Which forces me to leave home and try to find somewhere to get work done. Usually I can find a cafe or library that gives me the peace that I require to do what I need to do, but sometimes the journey to get to those places robs me of my time to write and before I know it I have only sat down for maybe an hour and written for about 30 minutes before I have to go back home. But within that journey to getting where I want to be in order to write, I fall into the most amazing views and I want to stop and write them all down, but I have to keep moving. I can only imagine if I were sitting on a train and writing about all that I see and at the same time being able to work without borders of time… That would be the most amazing thing and would be totally new. I love to travel but have not had much time to… This would be a great gift.