streaming upon wake my head feels heavier than most days lifting off the pillow a strain sending an uncomfortable feeling down the spine rolling over no relief falling back to a dream-state the answer limbs won’t move eyes won’t focus head is leaning
a slice of happiness have you walked in my shoes then i take your advice with a pill of choice your road is not mine your shoes are of a different kind i wear mine till there is no tread left i like the feel of the
phoenix awakening in the still of the night preparing for flight fearing nothing testing her strength with wings opened wide she flies with self-determination she cries out i will always survive as day breaks she slips into her nest
in solitude a mood of colors that don’t clash ripples of differences diffuse drastically altering one’s disposition succumb to still alleviate waves of anxiety in simple steps of conscious breath awakening
contemplation fraught in thought agonizing over the out come the positive seems the right approach if i go left will that unveil the wrong attitude there is a slant from point a to b to be or not to be the mind can’t decide if i just ponder
a cleansing it was day it was night at the exact same moment of where inhale and exhale meet all the beautiful colors didn’t fade all the dark shadows enveloped a quieted space it was a dance of delight it was a captivating celebration of where breath
