Mediu
Is there no point? I drown it and it keeps coming back to surface. Doing that for a long time. Of course, people give me a lift back to the real world, but one minute without some activity and…I’m back! Here I am inside a precious diamond where everything is as others want, not me. And every time my mind returns, blue bubbles block my view, blind as a bat; just hear things from now and then. Need a break from sorrow to lift my head up and look beyond what I can see. Another perspective, other individuals and different thoughts. I want to be invisible, not exist for a week or so.
Went in a tranquil place yesterday and the day before, reflected on so many things, did not come to a conclusion. There are moments when I just start believing, eyes forward, hands shaking ~thinking~, don’t know why, but they do shake. Then I dive too in that world, you know, just wrote about it, precious diamond and all. Well that jewel, from my point of view… is sorrow. Why it’s valued? Because not so many people can actually feel it, they might pretend or experienced it for a few seconds, but when it comes to me, lives longer….
Thursday, 10 August 2006
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- Muresan Laura
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- Jurnal
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- 216
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- 2 min
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Muresan Laura. “Thoughts XVII- Sorrow comes to light.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/muresan-laura/jurnal/198850/thoughts-xvii-sorrow-comes-to-lightComentarii (0)
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