I slowly straighten out the scattered signs that have been aligned in this saturated mind.
My mind straddles time and these rhymes, and in the middle you will find the reason.
The reason for all the seasons.
The blissful breath that I am surely breathing.
The misleading beating of a heart that was once bleeding.
If you look closely, you can see this scar that proves that all wounds heal with time - even the unspoken.
I bet you never noticed.
Maybe we lose our focus and neglect the notion that our pain is not made to be self-extortion.
It is more important that we indulge in the moment of self-control.
Let the moon pull you from the cold heart that you live with.
Our doom will soon be illuminated by the give of forgiveness.
I have taken on the shape of infinite realms.
These dimensions were never shallow, but to get to this soul of water, you must first crack my shell.
Do you dare to dwell on your tears and unacknowledged fears?
That's a long, lonely road, darling;
I met my demons on a road that I couldn't steer.
I learned to take the wheel on my weakest day that particular year.
And those scars started to vanish, like how the fog settles and it all seems clear.
I am a pressed rose in an old, dusty boom.
This page was once visited;
You can see the fingerprints of a sensitive hand...
Look.
- L.G.
