Nothing is,
what crumbles between your fingers
when touched, like thoughts, that once
were deemed so important,
now lie formless beneath your feet.
In a manifestation of repressed emotion
your tears evaporate into the ether.
Lost in the mist forever wandering
the time-warped forest, wounded, snarling,
you reach out across the gorge.
Chasms filled with untold thoughts,
stories with no beginning
tales with no end.
Pain, joy, pain again,
a light peaking through the cloud
snowdrops falling
you run the rickety wooden bridge
you jump the broken, rotting slats
dashing back towards your lost memories,
Infernal fire burns behind,
you know there is no return.
Succombing to the senses.
Will quick, awake, alive.
Survival rests in every cell,
no prophesy can ever tell,
what round every bend will show,
a taste of heaven, a smell of hell,
and things you may never, ever know.
Fiocle March 2011.
These thoughts keep running through my head, periodically over time. So I decided to write them down.
Everyone needs physical affection.
Everyone needs to have an outlet to share.
Everyone needs to be appreciated.
Everyone needs to appreciate.
Everyone needs to know they belong somewhere.
Everyone needs to feel special.
Everyone needs to keep their feet on the ground.
Everyone needs friends.
Everyone needs to be a friend
Everyone needs sunlight
Everyone needs oxygen
Everyone needs water
Everyone needs food.
Everyone needs truth.
Everyone needs to be truthful.
Everyone needs to believe in something
Everyone needs to be believed.
Everyone needs sleep.
Everyone needs someone to sleep with.
Everyone needs to be kind.
Everyone needs kindness.
Everyone needs to be woken by birdsong.
Everyone needs to awaken birds with song.
