I’ve outgrown this place
Everything just seems dynamic
I need to move elsewhere
Maybe Midwest or something, Chicago or whatever,
I wish things were simple
Everything is expensive
Things are not like they use to be
I wish things were like the past
(So many memories…)
Life’s so difficult
When you think you are fulfilled,
Things just move forward
And your hard work seems to disappear
It’s interesting to me how our mortal frame of history
Enables us to endure particular judgements about reality.
Wouldn’t it be different if we were immortal, and if so, how?
We would probably have a better understanding of the world.
Our reality is shrinking,
Our mind incapable of understanding anything
I need a break from life
Like seriously give me a break
Silence says a lot
Uttering a word may reveal less than silence
It’s sentences that speak little and silence may, say, alot.
Silence speaks volumes, it can help to close any ending in a fractured relationship.
Silence is unusual at first because you don’t know how to cope with it. But you learn to be silent when necessary.
Silence may seem inappropriate but it’s not, unless it is, then it’s inappropriate, but usually being silent can reveal how one feels.
Moving away from myself
Hoping, loving, wishing
Eternally seeing to improve my life
Working two jobs to invest in my dreams
Yes, I paint, I draw, I collage
To take the pain away
The torment of the past
It haunts me
It wasn’t easy witnessing my flesh
My thoughts ignored
Being vanquished into thin air
My hopes for dreams dissipating
My love for you tearing into pieces
Of discarded paper
I still remain with nightmares
And with constant reminders of
Your intent focus on my body;
Of my soul