The morning light spills upwards and floods fast over me from the horizon.
Its power and beauty, astounding.

I simply wake.

My problems begin when others do the same.

Good day

Reflecting the sun
our eyes
a blindness is amplified

We deny what's beneath

This skin can be shattered

it must

it must or it will last

Imagination
One step away from our world
Too far for some souls

I have reached the end of this corridor.
The space between the walls either side; where I stand.
This space is tiny.

I have been funnelled here. The route was so direct, so easy.
The easiest.
The end, so predictable and terminal.

We walk this path so well. Along the way we read such inspirational things in such cheap places.
The sentiments and motivational words surround us so much that we are numb.

The inertia set in years ago, but sparks have ignited in me in these late times.. Each one all the more misguided and further from reality.
Far from this reality.
I suppose, where I crave to be?
The results are unsuccessful.

My dreams flicker through grey matter like remnants of a Universe lost.
The distance from whence I came?
So great that I can only produce tears in response, as I comprehend it.
Silent ones.
Nothing should be spoken of this - I see that now.
*Deaf ears

Smile.
That warm flutter across my shoulders and through my chest

Smile for me.
That all my cares and woes evaporate

Smile often.
That this feeling will never waiver or dull in our always

Smile honestly.
That you will never allow me to see a crafted image of happiness

for my heart would crumble.

if today was the day I longed for
if today wasn't so unkind
then the existence of this poem...

Should I try to write..?