I can’t remember myself I’m lost in the attraction the bleeding need the ***** impolite hunger make me somehow matter soap me with important gifts drape me with brilliant feathers curves that bedevil make me pretty to him
Render me living, I have walked too long With lurid eyes of sunken white. My hollow heart, empty veins, A shade of black, within me: Colors dark as night. And the flame I have been kindling, It too, appears To want to die
Sometimes we need to pause Just stop what we are doing Quit pushing Just be still We are always in a rush To move quickly To do more Sometimes we need to pause To become quiet To think To reflect Before moving forward again It helps with creativity And well-being Just pause