SPLIT
Should I settle for less than I envision? Tortured souls of lost wants gaze into the eye's of those who don't act or fail to have enough vigor in their action. Action can drive those souls away, transparent beings that haunt the emotions of regret and kills courage, leaving nothing but a heart withered in fear. Giants look beyond the horizon but cannot reach it if there is no movement, even little steps will begin to shape into larger steps, the steps of giants. That giant may trip but to stay fallen is to go nowhere...so bounce back; and thus is a knight lurking in every individual's shadow that can slay dragons regardless if it is right or wrong. No song should be unsung by those whose emotions ties the melodies. Entities intentionally, initially, and vigorously grip the vast vitality of a broken spirit. It takes a state to mind to help raise the entities to mend a broken spirit, however nothing is guaranteed. This is of great sadness based on outside inflictions. Maybe a higher me in this shallow world will open a new world in me. Just an image with no existence yet...whatever is decided is then followed by action, what is then followed by action comes consequence. Whether the weather is good or bad, fly through it, mind and spirit being a guide. When the sky is cloudless and blue, shall clear sky be my remedy or shall I make my own remedy internally? Sometimes when flowing through life you can become stagnate and that is a paradox of life as we individuals stay finite. From times beginnings there has been struggle; a struggle to survive, a struggle for power, a struggle for love and beauty, a struggle to succeed. This all happens to us at some point in our lives, however the degree varies. As I ponder on life, its wonders and challenges, I find my soul to be split and a part of it lost...missing, something is missing. This picture is not vivid like an abstract painting that is melting, because emotion can be as cryptic as much as it is complex.
turmoil
The harboring of pain is not a good one, I write, inhale music and exhale ideas and thoughts to the wheels spinning to a brighter future. Lost in the essences of my dreams, beautiful heart aching dreams and yet my actions lead me to a wall of frustration and depression, hopelessness. My only worth are these words I draw on paper. I find it hard to draw words on this lined canvas, my mind blank, however I thank my minds naked shame for getting my words down thus far. I don’t fully understand the trials of where I’m headed and I panic at the distant uncertainty the future holds. Inner piece is a piece I cannot yet grasp, only turmoil. The future is full of uncertainty...certainly eyes that commit aren’t strayed by distractions.