The air was not right. It felt oddly shifty but i did not see my ground moving. Gently i walked, not to fall into the cracks. I felt the pull, somehow, slightly. Then all i knew, i gasped for air. My heart was suddenly empty. A sudden chill piercing inside my chest and it hurts. And that morning i cried.
I was once promised by the voice inside me that there will be a savanna with blue mountain and emerald sky. i believed in the promise therefore i keep living.
Once and some more times, people that i met to bid good bye would wish that i would find what i am looking for. So i kept looking, without exactly knowing what i am actually looking for, but those people wished me good luck for it.
Some other time some other people would say i should not do certain things because it was proven it hurt me. So i stopped doing them.
Once and some more times, i found some beautiful lines in books, songs, other people’s speech that reflects my feelings and who i was. So i kept the words in mind referred my life to it.
Once and so many times, tho, i found my self stumbled by the thoughts, i thought i was on the right path shaping the right self wearing the right definition, but was i really?
But i did and still do believe in the promise, so i shall follow the voice.
Electrified, my spine
My heart refuses to freeze
Frigid grasp nail me still
the cracking scares me more
But the urge burning still
To step in to my next reality
They are there, not beyond one grab
It is the crack, the distance
That scares me more
word and its significance; it s a vow, a pray, a promise, a lie, a spell for the hearts….call me your honey, darling, baby, babe, unintended, say that i am your lover, partner, soul mate, special someone, boyfriend, girlfriend, or call me nothing at all….but say the words….but say them with your heart….so i can step on the ground….then i know who i am…..i am everything but a drifter…..but say it if your heart wants to……say it if your heart wants to……cuz i dont believe what my mind keeps telling me….say it to my heart…..the echo of the silence will take me back floating and drift…otherwise
it is the circle, once again i come to the point when i feel something is swollen in the inside and it is pressing my lung. Suffocated it seems by maybe whatever junk i unconsciously absorb while i am out of my sanctuary. I refuse new threads to be attached to my life keeping the good old ones. Accepting and patiently going thru the storm rather than fighting back.
it is the circle, i am being pulled back to my core and i need to go with the pull.