It is never easy,
to be,
to breathe,
skies are always a darker shade of blue,
my clouds are heavy,
burdened with water,
that solemn weather.
It is not that I have skeletons
in boxes or closets,
It is just that,
to be, I can't be.
I step slowly,
drag my feet to a melancholy note,
my breaths shallow,
with a daze that shadows me,
seeps through me,
But then I smile,
to that horror,
I can't feel if this is me.
It is maybe,
gloomy likes me,
but sunshine does rest upon my skin
teasing me,
Just for a second,
I am truly happy,
And then I forget,
how it is to be.
A contest entry
- Nobody Perfect by Tara1396.
305 points, ended May 12, 2008, 16 entries
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Life is a journey and sometimes we travel at night, sometimes through dark tunnels but at others we walk on mountains and breathe air of freshness and purity before we descend again. Apathy makes us sit down and stop looking around, you describe the state well
'I step slowly,
drag my feet to a melancholy note,
my breaths shallow,
with a daze that shadows me,'
kick it aside, get up and dance.
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yes thats what we do kick it aside and jump or dance!
thanks for your very thoughtful comment. Really appreciated it
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I know the feeling well, Aura
Beautiful, haunting words you write:
"Just for a second,
I am truly happy,
And then I forget,
how it is to be."
I know the feeling all too well, and it hurts me, too, when I feel your pain in these words.
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