Return to Sender

I've been trying to write about so many things lately, but can't find the words to dress them in. It seems they will have to go unloved and forgotten for now while other things are given attention.

My head is dancing in circles and my heart aches for stability. In twelve hours, my life will change yet again. The pace will quicken and stress will rise. The faces will change and I'll rearrange them to fit the memories of things I long to see again. It's just not the same. It never is.

I feel cheated by time. Life is a series of moments and time is the one that keeps these moments transient. Moves us through the bad and shoves us passed the good.

As soon as I'm settled, accustomed, and content, time ruins its own precious moments.

I Was Born

No longer will I keep myself locked up for fear of happiness. Both of my feet are on the ground, and my head is level. The pieces of me are ready to be rearranged.

The wild side is beckoning and I will not deprive it of my answer.

"I am uncaged. I am uncaged."

dinferences

A new age brings new thoughts. I have a foot on both sides of everything and I'm being stretched beyond my body's capacity of elasticity. I've got to develop some decisiveness before I fall into the middle and find myself stuck in a purgatory of ambivalence.

Despite the confusion, I still know what I want, and I'm still chasing after intangible thoughts. As long as they are unattainable, they will be irresistible, and I will be drawn in over and over again.

Past Time

We're too old to put cookies out for Santa anymore.

Sorry if I'm not excited coming down those stairs in the morning.

Roll and Coast

It snowed in Charlottesville today. It looked nice, and that was enough for today. Only for today.

Merry Time

Panic and chaos were absent as the ship sank into the infinite blue sea. The life boats were just out of reach as time expired and we all went under. Our last breaths were calm, our faces complacent. We didn't fight. We were too tired of fighting.

The captain hung his head in shame denying the consolation of others that there was "nothing more he could have done." The last thing his overexposed eyes saw was the sun peeking over the horizon in the distance. His last thought was that the sun was greeting him with hopeful optimism when it should have been waving goodbye. He didn't want a wave anyway. He needed a hug and kiss and someone to hold his hand as he sunk into nothing. Unfortunately, he made his final voyage alone and he regretted his passions, which only led him astray.

The crew was content. The men, women, and children smiled and wondered what they would find at the floor of the ocean.

"I'm missing you; I'm missing you. I don't want to, but I will."

Connected Dots

I'm walking down roads as slowly as I can, but their ends approach far too rapidly. The limitations of imitation kept me going straight, and now I don't know whether or not to believe in fate.

Dismal and dark and desolate. And we're cold, hungry, and desperate.

Where will we go when we find the dead end we're looking for?