I'm afraid of drowning I'm afraid to get too deep So I wade in the water Where the ground is still beneath my feet I'm afraid of being swept away I'm afraid of flailing arms I'm afraid of lungs engulfed by water When my voice has no sound I'm afraid of being helpless Sometimes, I [...]
The eye is an art It speaks so many things Mines might say I've aged Constantly in the future In a world I don't exist For I've left the world I live in This place we call past I've become a different person now My past memories no longer exist For I no longer feel [...]
In silence are true intentions unfolded My lover's hands become so cold A stranger Touch Unbeknownst to me In a blind fury, pain spreads across my face His fingers slowly caress my neck Clutching Holding for dear life But what life? What life have I apart from him? Our bodies slowly make way to our [...]
Now, this is just me thinking out loud…or to myself rather. Wondering why we are the way we are. In what exact moment in time did we become this person that we see in the mirror every day because it seems we never truly know or can pinpoint that exact moment in time. Why is that?
I’ve reached a point in life where I realize that I’ve changed. A lot. I’m in the midst of an evolution but not quite fully there and it makes me think when a caterpillar is in its cocoon, is it aware that it’s changing? Can it feel the change taking place? I mean, I’m sure inside it knows what’s about to transpire once it’s in the cocoon and the events thereafter but is it aware?
Do we actually feel ourselves changing? Because it seems as if we don’t. Now, I’m not talking about physical changes…
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