Is this the end?
With every breath I am transported to soap
operas of hope & loss. Where I am neither
I am black, white, yellow and brown.
I am a quadruped, biped and a triped.
I am physically and mentally challenged.
I am beautiful, adventurous and fierce.
Last night I fell asleep eager, longing to
meet you again in the morning. I awoke to
birds chirping and leaves of the trees
rustling in the wind.
Belief is that half truth, which I was misled
into accepting when my mind was vulnerable
I came to being back when electricity
was an unknown, lightning was act of
God and the thought of explaining
sciences was an attempt at witchcraft.
I'm in the place, just before dreams end
and daily life begins. The place where
evergreen trees are in abundance and the
The sun tears through the heavens and
awakens me to a life beyond living.
My slumber opens the door to dreams
Does it mean...you will continue your existence or the end of your existence is upon you?
Does it mean...you are about to share light with someone thousands of miles away or you have spent your periodic allocation?
I use you stare at you for days on end.
We use to talk about everything and
nothing. I can still hear your voice,
I scratched the surface, hoping to
find a doorway.
A moment, perhaps? A time, a location.
My mind is imprisoned.
Time has a stranglehold over my existence,
a psychological headlock,
I remember times of love for past loves.
Great loves, passing loves, all loves ending in pain.
Pain, my pain, their pain, friends' pain and families pain.
Too much pain for each individual to bare.
We wandered into the cold dark forest. This
seems a regular occurrence.
With every step the past is relived.
Haven't heard, smelt, or looked upon thee,
Thy beauty has escaped me, but beauty has
You are the very air I breathe.
Yesterday, I held my breath,
trying to cut you off.
Blustery winds blow leaves across the
ground and miniature hurricanes torment
My heart is open.
Spend time with my subconscious.
You are safe here.
Walk with me along the endless sands of time.
Our world is ours to shape.
Time is limited to the imagination. Time's horizon is an after thought.
The galaxies in your eyes represent an infinite journey.
The moment I saw you, we had already lived a lifetime.
Our story will be forever in the minds of future generations.
You will remain in my heart until the end.
In my limited years, I have come to realise that convenience isn't true progress. However, we have made major strides.. One day, we will be free of words such as diversity.