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Jul 17
just yesterday i saw myself as shadow,
like i thought id never see up close;
too busy running from ghost
like spirit guides ain't qualified enough to lead me nowhere.
like to realize that i am nothing
& to nothing i must return
was washed clean from every story ever written…
are you asleep?
3 hours of rest is like reset these days.
as i arise i watch the blessings pervade my space
& lift my chin to keep my head high
& way above the thought of what to do.
what do i do with my hands or my heart?
what do i do with these emotional cycles of digging deep,
in search of truth that show me love
& show me why my feelings take me
into deep, dark acts of energy exchange.
journals n' shirt series - journal entry 2
Written by
the black-rose  F/the islands
(F/the islands)   
     Cloudydaze and Imran Islam
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