Its all in the air… Lost in the wind… Caught in the distance.
Two souls waiting… Hoping… Yearning for their turn to be together.
Fingers reached through clouds… Grasping to not let go… Keeping their hold… Wishing for their forever love.
To grow is to let go. That’s what I’ve come to learn. When the chaos of the mind keeps you confined. Its no wonder why we attach to those that may not be right. But to grow is to let go.
Smile. Breathe. Step away. Let go.
– Ann Rey
The morning sun rises and I remain still.
Still in my thoughts, my pain, my burden.
Placing my morning mask of the day.
I rise with a smile, putting the sadness away.
Embracing the solace in my wake…
– Ann Rey
In emptiness I lie
Confused of time
Was it a mere dream of sorts
Or a nightmare soon to arrive in thoughts?
Lost in a consumption of echoed fears…
I’ve learned to live in the hollowness of what has become real.
There was an escape brewing.
One of which was held on contempt of my sanity.
Was I merely lost in what could be?
Or betroved by what was?
My heart now a cavity in his…
With each thump, each rattle, the rumble of beats
Keeping it captive in his own deceit.