There is this stale bitterness in the back of my throat.
A vivid, intensely heavy feeling in my chest.
The sense of longing doesn't ever seem to go away.
Maybe that is an aspect of humanity, the need, the desire to have connections.
Yet we are meant to be confident, independent, not needing these things. So I am doing my best to ignore it.
I thought I have grieved enough, but apparently there is more...
In other news I am getting back into a new college regimen. This one will be different. I'll be working and I"l be working out. I also did a few online.
I am so sure I should be reading by now, but I have this ache inside of me, and I figured I'd just write it out.
Can you feel the little pieces?
They are scattered in the wind
Tiny purple, pink, and blue hearts..
They float away and as you try to reach for them you realize
they cannot, will not stay
the pieces break down again
now little ripped shreds glitter in the sun
the last of their time
but we are humans and this is life
so it's time to move past
always going forward
always driving toward the end
we live for living
what else is there?
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