Wild as the ocean, free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.






Wild as the ocean. Free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.





Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Done


Time has been long in my soul.  It drags on with me in tow.
My bones are starting to decay, falling apart in small microscopic measures.
The dust they emit fills up my mind, my vision, cluttering the clarity I once had so logic no longer makes sense.
Instead, what forms is raw emotion ladened with restraint, forming into thought, filling my head to near bursting.

I think I have been on this earth too long and I am quietly crumbling from within.

6/4/13