The Spirit , is indistructable but the times are harder, the sinews are restless but theres no action, the seas are calm but the storms are brewing and im stranded in the middle somewhere hoping for the miracle , waiting for the final voyage to begin.
Preperation is more in the head then anything , but why then is everything a blank .
Iv been bothered for the past few days , dissatisfied and inactive it seems as if inertia as taken over me. The ability to move do something new is blocked and there i am back in the circles of existence . From a yesterday to a today to a tomorrow all a bit too similar , to familiar and all too lonely.
I wonder if its being alone which causes it or rather the inertia which cuases the being alone. It seems like i end up having the same confused conversations within my head and maybe even with the people i know. And then there is the selfconfidence faked to prevent people from peering in to close.
It seems like im loosing a battle , the battle of life and with every blow i take i fake a smile to show that im all intact. With every second a part of me is dying but then isnt thet true with most of u.
The ability to love lost , the ability to work lost , the ability to care lost and finally the vegetative mess left behind. Breathing , alive but dead , moiving acting , living but dead . Goiintg through the routine rigors of live but dead so dead inside.
The embers , the warmth , maybe its the soul thats dying but is that possibble.
Well todays been one of those days when nothing really happens but you just dont feel right. But then lets see whats to be cos after all tomorrows a new day altogeather.
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