I wish I had more to say
Something profound enough to convince myself
I am worth anything
reality is harsh isn't it?

I used to think I actually had something to say
something to move someone
to feel
I almost had it at one point
I think that's what hurts most

I am tired
fleeting moods and desires
anger
awed of the the talent I never developed
Taking pity of what is left

944 days of pen to paper resulted in just this
My Grand Realization
of just how average I have become
or that I have always been?

I betray myself
A sad attempt of control turned vicious cycle  
In a wall turned void
I pray to a God I know is not there
To grant some serenity
for the simplest of tomorrow's

This noumenal yearning met with
melancholia
Alone, reconciled by distraction
An empty pint down the road
The manger that lulls thought from soul
A stranger to keep

Unperturbed, unassuming

Wanderlust distilled to espresso and tea

midday on tree lined streets

Trees graced
Hope, she shined
a passing smile

My life in her hands
I am lost in her moment
Floating as she tends