We settle into ourselves like sediment. Often ruined and roused by the flurry of life, pieces of our being are lost and misplaced — torn from their roots and thrown with careless abandon into the blackness.
But when things slow down, as they do every once in a while, your pieces will settle; you'll see them there, scattered, and piece them together from a bird's eye perspective.
We are our own God. Our body the Earth. Let the parts of yourself fly to the wind and take joy in seeing how they land.
It seems that I’m lost in a field of clouds Am I reaching for the stars or crashing down? These thoughts and this shame Ricochet through my brain How do I leave the one thing That brings a smile to my face? You told me this was forever An endless journey we’d endeavor But I notice the cracks in your words The spark in your eyes I’d been blind to before I was distracted by your beautiful demeanor Lost in your smiles and heartwarming laughter You look through my eyes and say you love me so But now I see through your lies, so I must let you go
You had me in my prime When I could still feel the sunshine But now I’m just a shriveled vine Wasting my time Using things to get you off my mind I don’t know why I care I don’t even want you to be mine