Inner Thought #10

         Under apathy lied anger and hatred. Under anger and hatred lied wishes, pain and regrets. Under all that lies a sad, crying little girl. Who looks far beyond the stars. Sorry can't do anything. Words can mean so little but at the same time a lot. 

11/17/2014 Another Day's Dream

A bandanna, a flag grows tied on a branch on a tree. A tree who's majority of leaves have already fallen. The wind blows the remaining leaves away and the bandanna along with them. And so I chase the wind and try to catch the bandanna with my left hand, then my right. I fail but try again. And when the bandanna is finally within the grasp of my finger tips, I find my self at the edge of a golden dry cliff. I look with awe at the magnificent horizon in the distance. And just before the horizon, there's an autumn forest, who's trees try to reach the sun. Then a low smooth mountain, a tall white cloud catching mountain, and field of tall grass. All painted in glorifying gold. I now stand before this plain, with a heart pierced with pain, and feel the wind behind me, trying to take what is now a black rag away from my hold. And as the wind travels before me across the land, time sits still. No. There was no time here to begin with. Just bright blue skies and fields painted gold with the burning sun laying to rest. And as this wind blows I hear the words "let go" whisper in my ear. "let go" the soft voice says again. I let go of the rag. And watch be pulled away from me by the wind.

Inner Thought #9

In order to stop needing love that I cannot get, I must first stop giving it. That is a fact. Only problem is, that is not who am. Nor what I live for. I must love the unloved. Whether I like it or not.