From the deepest darkness comes the purest water
and all that is ice melts in the light.
The night grows old as the sun climbs the sky, where now becomes then and tomorrow’s coming.
We keep stumbling ever onwards and soon where you’ve been starts to
As long as you can, fight for the good and know that you can always start again.
It’s funny how the wrong choices sometimes brings us to the right places. Don’t beat yourself up, just keep moving.
In a fit of rage I
I love you
Now I’m trying to get it back,
I say the words but I don’t
And you are unaware that we are lost
The morn does hold that golden hue
If only for the early few
So silent is that faden glimpse
Of all that is and can never stay
Your radiance blinded all my rage and I loved you once more.
Or the sunlight reflected off your face and the squint skewed my judgement.
Either way I feel we can move on.
As silently as my own thoughts I ponder this life
It’s very existence, it’s direction, it’s purpose
And wonder, why go on without knowing what for?
Will I find an answer only in death, or will I somehow stumble upon it when I stop looking?
Like finding the frontdoor keys or the remote for the TV.
Unlocking the reason for living or changing the channel to a different life.
All that was, is then.
All that is, is now.
All that will be, is not yet.
In my mind I hide
Sometimes for a moment
Other times for a while
If I let you in
Please wipe your feet
And don’t trample on my dreams
Idly I wake, sleepless again.
Existing, slipping, I clamber for breath.
Some threat of happiness
Softly I speak to the dead of night.
Give me joy,
The answer is clear in the darkness,
Home away from home
A place where magic happens
It’s a summer camp thing