listen listen but do not follow your path is not the same as mine though they intertwine we may see the same tree yet view it quite differently the hues attached to your mood find solace in your soul
her own prison no one held the key no one had locked the door she felt helpless powerless vulnerable bolted within the walls imaginary barriers built over years unable to undress the obstacles while feigning happiness in a psychologist session disgruntled content unable to process
she spoke she spoke in the answers of questions never asked she spoke with wisdom she claimed was not her own she spoke of love in letters never opened she spoke with never revealing learning that waiting ………… waiting …………………….. waiting
BG loving Monday you could not wait for Monday to end i just started the day with a vision of bliss you could not wait for Monday to end i had plans i had a list to keep me on task i had direction for fulfillment yet you could
this woman she lost in thought her goal merely a daydream away remaining true to her vision future focusing while trivial frustrations slip through fingertips no longer grasping at straws solutions spinning in her head waiting patiently to reveal the scheme there
my island my sanctuary my solitude no distractions no conversations no wake no sleep merely my heart my breath my soul’s
