After wandering for lifetimes
Letting cracked rear view mirrors shatter and scatter in the wind
No longer looking for rays of light from underneath closed doors
Finding a place to come back to
Even before that place discovered
Creating a rhythm of leaving then coming back, leaving then coming back
A return to the comfort of stillness
Until the whisper of restlessness calls my name once more
Unraveled thoughts
Long uneven roads rolled out ahead
Inclines mirror declines
But they never feel the same
Different bottoms with identical faces
And I realized that sometimes downhills are tougher than up
Momentum and gravity pull
Only a fall can slow me down
I teeter as I walk the line
The wind of your voice unstables each step
I stumble, barely catching myself before the fall
And I begin to realize the gap between our last glance widens with each breath
Still, the essence of your voice lingers, never to be erased
The fog of my days searching for light
The darkness of my nights seep through cracks into my days
Overlapping suggestions and impressions coexist
The “can’t seem to remembers”
Mix with “unable to forgets”
Remembering a thousand different ways
Never scratching the surface
Without notice
A moment becomes a linger
A slow churn turns while standing perfectly still
Flickering lights catch my ear
Causing wandering eyes to turn
But sauntering gazes move slowly
And connections sometimes are never met
Gone, as if never appeared
The emptiness of blown candles in the air
Silence remains in its wake
Yet I am certain it was there
Written notes
Left in random places
Anonymous in the wind
Waiting for perfect moment
Of place, time and chance to embrace
To begin a connection between you and me
Quiet of night
Sometimes scream out to me
Hands covering my ears
Voices penetrating through the cracks of my fingers
I see your face
But am unable to call out to you
Maybe it’s for the best
You wont want to hear what I have to say
One day I’ll have the courage to tell you
Tell you everything
Until then
I’ll just watch you walk away in silence
Originally posted June 13, 2015
Midnights in slow motion
The deafening sound of a moment turning a page
I wonder how I am able to stand so still
Yet in a split second
A blink of an eye
Yesterdays begin to pile up behind me
Unable to reach back
They fade
And I wonder if they’ve become wasted moments in time
*Originally posted June 12, 2015
Walking in aimless circles
With half of the yellow sun
A season of migration
Destination anywhere
Journey to the edge of the night
Fractured karma
Stolen prayers
Paper moons avoid burning candles
A reunion of familiar ghosts follow me
Sharing stories that can’t be untold
Bright lights
An alarm clock sings
A jolt opens my eyes
Looking far into the distance
The road ahead shorter than behind
White pigeons
Crimson wings
Muted sirens in the sky
A new companion for the journey
Each day is now alive
Originally posted July 31, 2015
Polaroids rest on top of aged letters
A collection of connections tied together with string
Overlapping memories evoke laughter and tears
Bound to each other as one
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Originally posted July 10, 2020
