it's a new day and I seemed to have crushed those damning thoughts
the sun holds its new perspective over me and I see it through brightened eyes
it is what it is.
no one said to love would be with out heavy costs and sacrifice
the birds still sing everyday despite their troubles
theres somehting to glean from every shadow and dark space.
I am in love with too many gorgeous creatures in too many ways
and I cant save them all.
though it kills even to lose just one.
unacceptable. intollerable. pittance and suffernation!
alas, to love and lose is a thing so crucial.
it defines love.
it defines you.
and all the tollerances afforded, brings no relief to hearbreak
and these are things I struggle with because they are such beauteous presents wrapped in tragic illustrations
I love the the struggle. it keeps me warm, it keeps me alive, it meters my heart
it changes the beat, it forsakes the dolldrums and the zombie-like dutiful love
it shakes the tree and as the tree strengthens only the more powerful storms have a baring
untill the end and the tree falls over or breaks in half only to discover a new way of being.
the sun rose today. the wash of bright warmth falls over every delusion, its clear.
The kettle boils gently, its time for coffee;
just me and the sun
this is a bright new day, fresh with no mistakes in it.
yet!
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC
it's a new day and I seemed to have crushed those damning thoughts
the sun holds its new perspective over me and I see it through brightened eyes
it is what it is.
no one said to love would be with out heavy costs and sacrifice
the birds still sing everyday despite their troubles
theres somehting to glean from every shadow and dark space.
I am in love with too many gorgeous creatures in too many ways
and I cant save them all.
though it kills even to lose just one.
unacceptable. intollerable. pittance and suffernation!
alas, to love and lose is a thing so crucial.
it defines love.
it defines you.
and all the tollerances afforded, brings no relief to hearbreak
and these are things I struggle with because they are such beauteous presents wrapped in tragic illustrations
I love the the struggle. it keeps me warm, it keeps me alive, it meters my heart
it changes the beat, it forsakes the dolldrums and the zombie-like dutiful love
it shakes the tree and as the tree strengthens only the more powerful storms have a baring
untill the end and the tree falls over or breaks in half only to discover a new way of being.
the sun rose today. the wash of bright warmth falls over every delusion, its clear.
The kettle boils gently, its time for coffee;
just me and the sun
this is a bright new day, fresh with no mistakes in it.
yet!
