Sitting between spaces I feel mini reds to the left with mini whites to the right.

Perhaps a pseudo reflection of the surrounds. Accurate to say the least.

Numbness is a common thought as of late, empty tranquility. Is it good? I don’t know to be honest. Is joy emptiness, or a mere lack of the contrary?

The serenity soothes. Welcomed, yet hard to release, sweet, but sticks to the skin. This rarely seen honey tingles the buds like all is well, like all problems are non discrete. Inexistent, yet ever persistent in all conscious minds.

Not as before. Grown. Grown completely. For the better, in control.

Maybe they are. Maybe the mind over corrupts the true thoughts. Maybe the opposite.

They say time heals everything,
I don’t agree.

Time is forgetting.

Forgetting isn’t healing,
It’s forgetting.

Sitting and typing as the slow trickle cascades against the pale cast rim,
I ask what's after bringing me here.
Before we leave I wonder is it worth it;
then realising it always is.
No matter the grand or luxury of the night before,
my people are worth more.
Their presence is a force within each and every one of our inherent Gaelic being that cannot be quantified.
Here's to that.

Girls.

They ******* up.
They come in like a soothing summers honey,
Then rip you apart from the inside out with blunt steel.

The end is nigh.
This bright light,
This love which will not release its claws
Is blinding me.
I love her, but i want this to end.
Let it end, or lift me.
Release her claws and let me embrace the warmth.

Her glow is seen by many though.
It is sought after and although
I have the Ace, I,
I seem to have let it fall somewhere-
I must find it.
Dia, present this gem to me,
Let me love it.

Darkness.
I am blind.
I look but I can not see.
I cover my eyes with my own hands.
I am the darkness,
I control the veil.
The light is just behind.
The light requires work.
I am too lazy,
I choose the darkness.
Is there no way out?
Is there cop in my ignorance?
I wade through,
I claw,
I survive.