Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Something Good?

What good could come of moving my head to another resting place?
I am weaving, floating, over and down, up and down.
We are riding a wave. I cannot drown.
Silence is beautiful
The trees are beautiful, in all there intricate glory.
But what do I see?
I see nothing.
I see everything.
I am unsure, but so fully aware and okay with it.
The music, it's a lullaby
It's a soundtrack
It's a lifeline.
It's speaking to me the sounds of my heart.
I like what I hear, I do.
I don't understand all of it.
Such is life.
Brain prompts me to write each moment.
I'm losing the words.
That is okay.
Each movement is dizzying.
I can map it with my eyes.
We live in quite a beautiful world, don't we?
Look around you.
We are here.
We are riding this wave.
We cannot drown.

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