Once bright. Source of strength and direction. Once comforter. Now quietly desperate.
Stoic face. Bruised Soul. Bright smile with dead eyes.
No relief.
Sources of joy now steal strength like the opening of a vein.
Shallow half breaths maintain the body between sighs.
Life is played in minor chords, note by excruciating note.
Time has slowed to the pace of the geologic.
Existence is marked by the rise and fall of continents.
Minutes, hours, days, weeks, even years have no meaning and pass unmarked – unnoticed.
There is only now.
And it has settled upon him like the damp, dark earth.
Glad I took a chance…. 🙂
I like this…. ,makes me look inside to reflect the words of chance
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Did you use the random thingy?
yes I did… 🙂 life is full of chances, I do believe we only regret the ones we didn’t take…
It (taking chances) helps define the limits of what is possible for us. It can be painful at times and is a hard teacher but it seems to be the only path toward where the soul wants to be. Thank you for playing! 🙂
again you’re Welcome 🙂
life is all about chances to me, one only exists if they cannot let go even if for a moment….
we all have the same destiny, our paths seem to be paved with chances… I am glad I took the chance to read your thoughts,
and I will play again … I am still enjoying the thoughts I took from the last one I read last night before i closed down… I will have to read it to my mom this morning, I think she will like it too 🙂
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“Time has slowed to the pace of the geologic…” That actually made me feel pretty hopeless. It sucks when the past bleeds out, doesn’t it…
Nice.
Hey. I guess its good morning for you. Its 1:00 am for me and good night. Thank you for spending time here with me. There is something for you to do today, Do it with all your might! No doubt no hesitation just you and the Creator.