Sparkly nails and coffee cups, a rumpled comforter, sunlight on my bare skin… Today feels like fuzzy socks and comfort food and not leaving my bed. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ll make it in today…
Sparkly nails and coffee cups, a rumpled comforter, sunlight on my bare skin… Today feels like fuzzy socks and comfort food and not leaving my bed. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ll make it in today…
What I do for a living is breathe.
In the background, Sadé is crying everyone’s tears and me, I just… feel everyone’s feelings, a wandering antenna picking up the static hidden behind waves – not meant for shore; Life is no beach. Lapping in endless marathons around frequencies unseen, a maypole dance of uncharged energy for which I’m the conduit – Like the …
Sorry if it seems I’m just not into this – but… I’ve arrived at the end of my emotional rope and currently, all I have to hold onto are the calluses from the last drop.
I don’t remember my dreams sometimes I wonder why. Dare my subconscious hide from me? But, no… I’m comfortable with my own shadows, too. the dreams I can’t recall are the ones I miss missing.
Don’t be so heavy, drop those burdens you bear… They’re not yours to carry alone; Your humanity is your heroism- but even heroes can’t save them all. I’ll lift you lighter – some of these cannot stay. All you have to do is release them, let them go. And this time, breathe only to free yourself …
People told me, “You can’t,” for so long, that I thought I could; Eventually, like that little engine, I just knew I would. So I guess people were totally correct, there’s really nothing I can’t do when I focus my mentallect.
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
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BUZZWEED QUIZZES
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