fortitude mixed emotions tossed and turned churning up from the depths deeply seeded with a certain need to purge leaving the scraps of unpleasantness upon a worn shore letting the pounding waves beat the hell out of the waste and oddments
survival in a desolate state of mind the only cure abandoning the multitude of thoughts that seem be be a constant flow hoping the tide will drag them out to sea leaving one on this empty beach with merely one thought survival like that pier it has
quest sunlight lit the sky waking the horizon casting shadows on what once was a new day filled with anticipation ready yourself for exploration don’t waste time packing a bag open your mind let truth find its way survey probe quest for genuineness
a dismal day a dismal day clouds lacing the sky a drizzle of droplets falling cold …….dank …………and depressing feeling lost in the lost & found wondering if mindless thoughts are the cure sensing you’re not alone but can’t find anyone to bump in
how about you i am going to sit back and count my blessings how about you whether the day be sunny or blustery rain …………sleet …………………or snow i know i shall count how about you it is a time of reflection of all things past that made up
cast in stone the message wasn’t heard there was an air of defiance in the blank stare leaving a past that felt like boulders blocking each & every positive conclusion looking beyond the present for it seemed frozen in time the air did
