The hand

When all u want is to withdraw.
And you do...
From far and distant to near you become the distant....
The hand that rests on your lower back to reassure.... though you want to go into a shell and build walls...
You expect the hand to rest....
To provide the comfort...
To steady when you waver...
To catch when you tumble....
And when u take a fall... you realise the wall you built kept the hand away from u as much as it kept everyone else....
Thats when you realise...
The hand and the wall...
Are human... all too human...

Nothing...
Everything...
Inconspicuous....
Infinite...
I am nobody....
I am
The universe

We are all gathering wrinkles as we go along and I would rather earn mine by laughing, as I escape into the land of earls, castles, pigs and fools.

We are all gathering wrinkles as we go along and I would rather earn mine by laughing, as I escape into the land of earls, castles, pigs and fools.

Prisoners

We often become prisoners of our past. And masters of our own mistakes. But it takes gallons of grit and gumption to say, "Yes, I got it all wrong." And then get down to clean the mess pool, with bare hands and a bruised but brave heart.

Mayb it wasnt like this when it started
Mayb things changed
Mayb u didnt see it before
Its ok
Atleast its not too late...

when a wound is tired of crying, it starts to sing