Moving on.....

am stilll me, but I am not the same.
Before the imprints on the carpet could collect dust,
new crop cirlces were made.
I have to learn to fade, memory as a breeze on your cheek,
can chill you, or bring you comfort.
My love is fire, it dances, gives light, it is awe itself to see.
it was always you, only you, it will never be the same.........

The Circle Continues

It is hard for me to understand, wrap my head around if you will, that we as humans decide to spend our days
working to consume...... I thought it funny the other day when I was watching some people dine out for the evening.
They dressed nice, gassed up the Benz, and planned on the trendiest spot in town to satisfy their desire to.... Wait,
here it is, create waste together. We get dressed up to make shit together, really? I don't know, food for thought, ha!

Beginning

Waiting, in the dark, I turned out the lights. Maybe to be alone, wanting, in despair. Loss is life, to feel, to burn. I am too deep now, too dark to see. The light scares me now, so used to this dark…… rise from the ashes, fly with the mist, my wings are broken, but they will be fixed. There is no taste, consume to exist, the finish never comes. I wait for an answer, it never comes. My souls are the enemy, weary and tired, in circles they paint the track of my race, but getting nowhere. The time is near, it has to be, my body is telling me so. I will erase this game, shed my fur, and truly begin to live…..