again, not so fast;
prepared, colors fade into honest thoughts of themselves-
pastels propelled, tired clouds collecting into a sky of
something protected, or maybe even forever.
drifting dark into light-
i am traveling through daylight
and fading into a forgiven thought of myself-
shades faith and days we love;
i float along lines of reflective pieces
and welcome the will of the next season. ~
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Shot in the dark
I didn’t even hear you come in
Whisper for help
Say I’ll be well
I love them, tell them I do.
the clouds are trying. they will the season. the landscape breathes out a quiet surrender, ready or not. am i ready? i turn my glance against the wind, water fills the lens, stings as i contemplate my progress. the things i thought were important to me are only important to other people whose thoughts were important to me once.
i turn back down the mountain and across the saddle of two, affixing my desires on a very personal agenda. i reflect on myself through a pond of honesty, below the crisp and subtle fog. this is real. i’m tired of trying to meet life where other people say it should be. what if this is where i’m at? this is where i’m at. life will just have to meet me here. if i know all that i know, my whole heart and soul understands the only way to reach pure happiness is to define happiness for oneself; a reasoning unencumbered by others’ variations of its meaning (even ones’ own). one must consciously afford the will to make someone else happy or to truly make the self happy. and if life is really as short as i know that it is, then may i sigh relief and understanding; for all these things i’m after,…all these efforts towards something i’m scurrying to do… this idea of completion, happiness, success… have a way of keeping me from the ultimate joy. what i actually end up “being,” has little substance if through the process i was never actually being.
the weather approaching hurries us: prepare, prepare, prepare. and no matter how much we prepare, it often feels as though we are never ready enough. when is just being, just enough? how much faith do i have in the now, that what i have right now is enough? if i weren’t ready, it wouldn’t happen. if it wasn’t meant to be, it wouldn’t be. ready or not, i’m ready.~