The tiny boy looked at the tiny tree And it was big The tiny tree looked at a tiny building And it was huge Tiny building looked at the tiny ocean And it was large The tiny ocean looked at the tiny space And it was gigantic The tiny earth looked at the tiny universe And said it was enormous
Call me a dreamer because I get caught up in my dreams. Elevate above reality restoring my self esteem. In between the hard times and struggle I find my drive. It's no wonder they say through hard times we thrive. Stuck inside the belly of the rough. Deceived by thoughts of what's granted isn't enough. It's up to me to take control of my mind. The prior is history no need to rewind. As I meditate I'm reminded to live every moment like my last, Instead of getting hung up on moments of the past. Who knows what the future beholds, Better act on action rather than have stories told. Contemplating as my true self awakens, Expressing gratitude for things that were for granted taken. Most find distractions to avert the need to deal, With issues arising from values that make them real. Safety protocols cease the ability to feel. Still traumatized from the last time the heart had to heal. Evolving through the years you come to realize, The burden only gets bigger while pilling up the lies. How much longer will you let yourself compromise, Start digging deep and seek where you must rise. Growing through external accomplishments is barely effective. Real growth comes from a place that's rather reflective. All you you really need is to gain some perspective. You'll soon find how you perceive something is only subjective.
Finding gratitude in your life can really change the way you look at things.
I cherish my dreams more than I cherish life My dreams are bursting with color, the endless sight of a rainbow Idyllic and innocent But waking up becomes a nightmare to return to a life that is colored with nothing but greys that I did not ask for How I wish for my dreams to bleed into real life and transform my perception of reality
How I wish I could see myself through your soft brown eyes. See the virtue and constitution that you love. If I could see what you see, dispel my insecurities. I would have the strength to carry this pain, to change the world, to keep you from all harm, to love myself, as much as I love you.
the asteroid hit the earth so long ago that i do not remember a time before. (the bones of dinosaurs do not remember a time before they were petrified into brittle and fragile memories; the moon does not recall who she was before she got stuck in the earth’s orbit; uranus knows nothing of how he came to spin on his side.)
you could stick your hand through any of the gas giants and find your whole body sliding through. this same theory can be applied to my skin. i have very little gravity, or at least it feels that way most days.
maybe it depends on how you look at it: one way is perfect, and the other all wrong. the woman in the casket could either be sleeping or dead. she could either be a stranger or my mother. the head or the tail. the light or the dark. the two sides of the moon. the comet striking through the night sky. the interdimensional toll could refuse to let you through. the cult could accept or deny your entry request. there is one and there is the other. the upside down. the rightside up. the parallel universe. the evil twin. it’s fresh and then it’s rotten. this could either hurt a lot or a little. it depends on how much you let in: how willing you are to bend to the emotional blow.
science says that the human body tends to forget physical pain as a survival tactic. but science says jack **** about emotional pain.
so am i living? or am i just existing? the difference is six feet deep.
writing your grief prompt three: how do you live in a landscape so vastly changed?
as little butterflies block an astronomical path to draw fleeting halfshadows on the tar as i scrape the salt from my flushed cheeks with my trembling sugarspoon fingernails as the way all things~oh hi love of my life lessness check out this here xylophone wanna play old cartoon jingles with me i’ll join in sure haha this is fun right right okaylaterthenbyebye hmm wherewasi oh right the thing…
as foreignhome landscapes are looked upon by me i ponder and poorly breathe.