Void vows long ago…
Serenity’s invocation eclipsed by Insomnia’s call for Art’s sake
Nothing remains the same
Surf the wave
Arms and legs
Watch and ride
Get anxiety inside
Surging, strong tsunami of thoughts
Tossing and turning these thoughts to be thought
Sometimes I feel followed when I’m not going anywhere. It’s like I get swallowed by the lump in my throat that’s saying something has changed.
This time, like last, I’m letting it, asking it perhaps? Though I commit my life to it, and share a bed at night with it, and dream of rising high with it, still, I fear my climb.
I miss me, yet reel my time on this tangent of analyzing and harmonizing the experience and writing about the same stuck.
Sorry if I am wearing black at the wake of my own demise for which I have somehow been chosen.