The sweet in-between of losing sleep and chasing dreams.
Heedless passion stirs the soul fire while relentless pursuit draws out the desire.
free this love then
out flows the
fear that was locked away
and gaining interest
I don’t know if I have any fight left in me — it feels as if I’m
still locked inside this room &
I don’t know how to get out because when I look down,
the hands gripping the doorknob tight are my own.
I can’t give him an answer.
I had opened the door but now
I’ve locked myself back inside,
exchanging the key for cheap releases
Do I love him?
Forever I’ve lived as if
I believed I wasn’t human.
I don’t know…
the earth is breathing
time is beating
much older than the waves of life
wiser still than the hearts of humanity marching forward
How long do we carry the sins of our fathers?
How far before we’re crushed under the weight we’ve borne?
the sweet in-between intensity
of losing sleep
and chasing dreams