Nothing, nothing is here. The bold confessions have grown increasingly unclear. Why even bother, why even try, just another sad moment, in a blink of an eye. What did I do, what did I say, for this behavior to be seen on this very day? A moment ago, there was happiness all around but at this time, there is not much to be found. To see the moon, so big and bright, shining so much, even in daylight. Miracles are seen each and everyday. Perhaps in time, one will come my way. To love someone is very rare, to love and find they do not care, again seeking something that does not exist, living in the continually wish.
To begin where there is nothing, to start once again, to build my life from nothing, to start once again. To find happiness in the middle of the old setting sun. To believe that there is still time for endless days of fun. To build the courage where I once had none. To know I am strong and an amazing one. Not to be encouraged by the Grateful Dead, to understand this is all in my head. To know and trust that this is who I am, on heaven, on earth, no manly bounds.
Silent is needed, to still all these thoughts, more than is needed, more that is found. Looking out over the mountain, looking at all the stars, wishing on one that is way to far. A thousand miles from where I wish to be, is he as lonely, as lonely as me?
Darkness fills my skies and my heart is all this worth the time spent apart. Impetus is the word of the day, a force that moves a body, in its on special way, a motivation, momentum, to hurry this up, like the rise and fall of the liquid that fills my cup. Running over or dry to the bone. Leaving here tonight with one sad song.
Much Love 💜 Much Life