Daylight dims

The seasons change as the daylight dims; what shall I think as the lights go down? I seem to think that pointing my finger to the distant empty space will give me a sense of calming, when it only makes me realize how alone I am, and how strong that makes me. Sometimes I tend to forget about the ones inside me that give me life. The ones I have conjured to force out my narcissism, and stifle my ego. Melting me up from the ground and capturing my own reflection; the likes of whom I have never seen before, and yet feel a sense of belonging to that I would have never felt otherwise. It's the journey that makes the destination possible.


Overwhelmed as one would be placed in her position, it's far to heavy a burden to demand of any one person. She has the scars to prove that life has had its day and its way with her, she has a lot to say to some that would but ask. It must be comforting to know that although she is her own person and experiencing her life self-objectively, she may rely on what has happened to those around her to fuel how instinctive she becomes.

I'm alright now, it's time for me to let you go

"To feel all the matter and energy condense into a slow vibration, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream and we are the imagination of ourselves." - JMK