Pulling you in even if you look away
You look again and the next moment
It's even closer
Dragging you by your pinky toe with consent
Expression becomes a sinkhole of its contents
Explore for a while if you'd like
Only in realization can we start to climb back out
Such as existence
We want a peek because it looks fun
But everything comes with a price
And we realize that more and more
It isn't just what you want at a store
It's so much more than you've dreamed
And it's everything you'll ever dream
You want to dream?
Go to sleep.
You want to live?
Then ACT!
It is the only way
Time doesn't wait for you or anyone else
But it does allow us to jump on track when we're ready
Unlike the eyes that don't want you to
Slowly we come to see this world is meant for me
You and not just I
Everything truly does return whence it came
A vast emptiness.
Or a white light?
About the Creator
Our Song
Evening has given way to night. Gently, I settle next to you on the comfortable, old love seat and reach for your hand. You snatch it away, again. It cuts me to the quick, but I hide the pain, understanding that the reaction is but part of your demented state. Since the accident, your presence here in our cozy home has been clouded by a haze I can't see. Nevertheless, I feel the frigidity of your expressions and it serves as an excruciating reminder of the immeasurable distance between us.
By Dana Crandell4 days ago in Fiction
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