How time unfolds itself

  Against the currents my days fall
and back along the shore they start
and end; logical and amongst the many
that fade into time wasted- I feel a bit
of soul die away everyday-

but before time made me a matyr-

I sat up all night,
in a trans of whether I was in love
or lust

crushed or lifted by words that I
could easily transform from demeaning
to concealed feelings- unburied and
discovered- this way I am confused,
stressed beyond knowledge-

but before confusion struck me with the force
of a riptide-

I cherished every moment of life and
lived each and everyday for what it was
worth.

I dreamed,

I smiled,

I laughed,

I held a personality that was indestructable-

watched love turn me from phantom to human,
open from a hidden basketcase, a mistake
of the natural world. Everday was a blessing-

every minute was fortunate-



how time seems to unfold itself...







[How to dream alone]