Kill me not with soft words from such lips. Having my soul engulfed by invigorating touch that reaches the long, forgotten, beating heart. Keep me buried if I am but a passing wind in a season of one’s choosing. I have yielded to such a cause that men seem to fall victim to. Why has
Where do we go from here? Your mind remains restless upon years of emotions and thoughts you believe you will not escape from. Time seems to be at a standstill and you remain glued to the notion that it will not get better. Jump 2 days into the future, a year, a decade, now what?
We feel it everyday, the gravity. Now I’m not necessarily talking about the gravity we experience of the world but the gravity or weight of “life”, the world, on our minds and shoulders. We all experience it. Take it from someone who faces it daily with depression and anxiety. It isn’t easy and let’s be