Painting glossy images of life and laughter sitting near the window thinking about what has gone and what could have happened;
folded hands in prayers restless minds over sleepless nights counting stars over wishes to push the button~ renew, restart and rebuild.
Alarm rings to wake us from unsettling nightmares Chores and stern face to pursue for bills await and responsibility to ensue.
When the night crawls in the cyclic pain begins.
"Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.." ~ T.S. Eliot