Unburden
Let go
Breathe
Without resistance
Let life flow
Pause for a moment
In the joy of existence

I want to skip the montage
I'd see who stayed and who's gone
Did I lose the weight
Did I leave or stay
Could I be what I needed
Or did I stay in bed depleted
I want to skip the montage;
Move forward to when I've moved on

√
          Just Did It


When I press the send

   button, I listen for the

    launch sound of my

   metaphorical missile

   and imagine a flame

     of propulsion as it

   leaves my MacBook

       for the open Air

    heading eastwards.

It only makes me sad
Loves I have lost
Their echoes return
And linger with frequency
When I have down time
It really is downtime
What good is it to reminisce?
I used to be the moonlight king
Kissing was a specialty of mine
Those days are gone
Am I at the end of the line?
Consider the embers of sorrow
Ever there, reminding me
Chasing me even
I can’t reason with them
They just taunt me
Ergo I weep alone
Jagged, frustrated weeping
For there is no going back
The past collides with my psyche
As I attempt, wearily, self-help
There has got to be a way out of here

The mind, a soul's playmate, a transient guide.
One instant an ally, the next a tempest ride.
Its beauty can entice, so handle it carefully, like a delicate dream.
To prevent it from straying too far from you, tether it gently.
But keep your focus always, for you must return to your soul.

It lies within your heart; do not look for the treasure of peace elsewhere. You'll discover it if you seek.

of how things used to be,
I want to say
come back

so constant is the lapping shore of change