Be

May 15, 2008

It’s as if my dreams and desires have been on hold while my stolen heart no longer beats to fuel them… and now, at last, they begin to return. I am living more, suddenly. In dreams, in visions, in thoughts. I am beginning to accept my way of dealing with things. The fact that I can nail the coffin little by little until it’s sealed shut. That there’s no way to do anything quickly anymore. I am not a child with a skinned knee. I am not even a teenager with a broken heart. I’ve moved to a new level. I’m a broken spirit, a broken smile; I’m a bird with broken wings – unsure of my purpose and only able to see from the perspective of one grounded. My heart is so desperate for something it can’t have that it gives up what it already possesses, I am overzealous, overweight, over-stimulated. I’m exhausted, attempting here to find relief. But what is relief anyway? I’ve tried everything. Done it all. Now I have only to be…

… And everything that has fallen apart will someday find a way to bring us back together…