I sit watching with a lifeless gaze. I see only the thoughts that grip my mind, all an effect of words said. Not the words spoken out loud, but the words strung into answered questions. Questions I have yet to ask and will never ask.
I see visions of what-ifs and what-wills. I see images depicting years of the most likely outcome, influenced by years of observation. I see them fall in place like falling leaves from a tree. A tree whose roots grew from insecurities of being nothing more than a seed.
I see not love stories nor happily-ever-afters, but that timeless story life has forever told, the story of Truth. I see a play of the willful becoming those who lack the will.
I see the stage set with actors holding back their desires, fighting their inhibitions till the clock ticks, hitting that split-second.
STOP!
Release the lights!
QUIT THE ACT!
Let the water run and split the bar on the gate that is life.
I see the minds of so many who jump ship in this flood, simply to drown in their waters. Their last breath a regret! As they sink in their sea of pain, calling out no name, only asking, "Who do I blame?" The waves washing over with no sway, as if to whisper but one name.
I watch the outcome of this play day after day, reaping my mind like the sun seeks the shade. It's fear. Fear of loss and fear to love, it's of failing and failing to try, all the hellos and goodbyes. It's the moments and memories of with and without, it's my thoughts and my doubts, it's no life with. And it's a life going out.
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 5:27 AM UTC
I sit watching with a lifeless gaze. I see only the thoughts that grip my mind, all an effect of words said. Not the words spoken out loud, but the words strung into answered questions. Questions I have yet to ask and will never ask.
I see visions of what-ifs and what-wills. I see images depicting years of the most likely outcome, influenced by years of observation. I see them fall in place like falling leaves from a tree. A tree whose roots grew from insecurities of being nothing more than a seed.
I see not love stories nor happily-ever-afters, but that timeless story life has forever told, the story of Truth. I see a play of the willful becoming those who lack the will.
I see the stage set with actors holding back their desires, fighting their inhibitions till the clock ticks, hitting that split-second.
STOP!
Release the lights!
QUIT THE ACT!
Let the water run and split the bar on the gate that is life.
I see the minds of so many who jump ship in this flood, simply to drown in their waters. Their last breath a regret! As they sink in their sea of pain, calling out no name, only asking, "Who do I blame?" The waves washing over with no sway, as if to whisper but one name.
I watch the outcome of this play day after day, reaping my mind like the sun seeks the shade. It's fear. Fear of loss and fear to love, it's of failing and failing to try, all the hellos and goodbyes. It's the moments and memories of with and without, it's my thoughts and my doubts, it's no life with. And it's a life going out.
I wrote this off of how I was feeling, the meaning behind it is how ever the reader interpreted it