Option quitting, done, tired.
No hopelessness only acceptance.
What is, continues and will not be stopped.
This thing is not of myself, and all of myself.
This is why it is accepted.

Fighting is futile    and    been exhausted.

One cannot expect that a person would be able
to tolerate such constant change of
disposition as an ebb and flow
of the most extreme
waters and of
energy.
These, are forever and they fight
against the self and become the self.
They only put forth little effort, that is all that's needed.
It is strong.

White walls and dark light, in corners. Listen closely, listen closely.

Jumping jumping jumping jumping jumping in remembered things.

Listen closely, listen closely.

When feeling low under sky with breezes of sadness

falling from the chin. Listen closely, listen closely.


                                            When Listening is Loud.

The day it began

Aware, of the beginning and of the now
A time that showed potential and of new

A celebration. A celebration. A celebration

Slowly pieces fall, fade, disappear.

Time.

Now is leaving, now is drifting away.
Birthday

Shiny Glazed Sadness

Smooth, structured, "put together"
some would say
in order

Under a soft clean exterior and the shimmer of serene plains
Lies
Lies
Lies a lightless Jagged reality.

Hope



Stunted.