Too long have I found distraction in the lesser things of life, caught up in what I think matters, but doesn't really. It's time to refocus on what truly matters, at least until tomorrow, when I fall back into my rut again. Is there no breaking free? I know I can't do it alone. Who will help me? Isn't that question the thing that really matters?
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Nothing novel remains, especially the desire for novelty.
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Dance, twirl, spin.
Fall, and get back up again.
A smile, a wink, a nudge.
How could anyone hold a grudge?
An anger grows in me,
trying mightily to break free.
Dance, twirl, spin.
Fall, and get back up again.
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Out of words, nothing left to say. Is it okay to steal thoughts from others at a time like this? Will they even care? Some do, some don't. Do you want your words to be yours alone, or do you want them to truly live?
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Hope. It's more powerful than you think, no matter how powerful you think it is. (And love is even better.)
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