—-

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

          mean

                   something.

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
forgot why
I love you
Now I’m trying to get it back,
the feeling
I say the words but I don’t
feel
it
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,

freedom,

something.

The answer is clear in the darkness,

Dream on.

—

Home away from home

A place where magic happens

It’s a summer camp thing