As the sun peaks through the moonlight skies, new possibilities arise within
the young child’s eyes.
Gleeful thoughts of cuddly creatures, untold stories yet to be heard.
Never ending imagination
endless adventures and laughter, carefree.
Time dissipates while the sun bows down towards the moon.
The young child’s eyes flicker with sleep towards the window.
Sleep well my friends, until we meet again.
The day is young but actions feel old
in and out, the sand glides down.
Hourglass
shows that in a short amount of
infinite time.
What you may find meaningless
someone,
in the time spent in that
routine of an action.
Caring for another
is meaningful and time well spent
from viewpoint of the
hourglass.
One gets used to this.
After awhile it becomes the new normal.
Hope rejection repeat cycle
one day it will make sense
just not right in this moment
just breathe and take a mental break
How does one explain the love for one that once was
how vibrant their laughter, the light that reflected
in wise old crows feet eyes
How one does cry for some that will never know
your best friend
but how the spirit of the one you love dearly
will live on in the everlasting past of
one’s youth.
How does one carve out time
to spend with you
is it a knife against a tree trunk
or devoting an hour a week
to see you without an electronic device
attach to their hand.
If one can not carve out time for you
why try to carve out your time
for them. All that leaves one
is a broken heart carved into a tree.
One day you roll over and blink your eyes
is this time passing by
or just another day to wonder why
you are here
a reason
a purpose
someone loves you
just remember
why
you are someone’s
reason to wake up and
smile
just remember why
you are here to be loved.
Life is never boring that’s for sure
one minute you’re planting flowers
the next
leaves are falling
time is ever present
leaving evidence behind
a smile produces laugh lines
while a empty home
shows belongings
of a person that once was
the sunny side of this
is the person we knew
never leaves the heart
Sleep is taken for granted
it helps to heal us
whether we are in pain or sick
but right now
I am fighting against sleep
in order to think amongst my
world of imagination
oh the life as
a nocturnal
owl
The days go by so slowly when I am sitting in my bed staring at the purple walls. My mind wanders to the crack on the ceiling. Wow how interesting. “I should go outside, it is nice out.” She opens the computer and clicks the familiar icon that is netflix. Hours go by until it is dark out. Falls asleep, wakes up, toast, coffee, same routine.
Why is finding a job so hard?
As the time passes by the only thought is what next?
The ticking gets louder reminding her of waves crashing.
The pressure seems unbearable at first “get a job” “stop sitting around doing nothing”
Tick Tick Tick anxiety strikes at midnight as waves swell my mind with uncertainty
about life after college.
Meanwhile passing time hanging with friends.
The waves aren’t as noticeable but always there.
Finally gets a summer job based on the well earned degree.
Only two months but that’s a start….right?
(Lake Michigan)
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