one moment to the next

days spent on the seat of a wishing well
while hours burn in yearning

time is sweet fiction
awaiting plot's slow dictation

growing deep within
meek roots seep through sullen soil to find a centered ground

breath and stride at face pace
anxious to run and leap toward an unknown

beyond fleeting moments of gratification

surpassing the intertwining matters of the beating heart

eclipsing the dreams of carefree endless juvenescence

a final and first step
the shrouded road being laid out with each tread
one moment to the next

yesterday

untouchable youth

resilient and determined

invincible beyond wildest belief

heading no caution

walk the path. toe the line. tread the deep.

foolish stride

We'll never ever know...

how long must you wait for the storm to finally pass through? seems an eternity has crept by, and all the while the shore slipping away with the constant slamming of swells.

how can the bird fly when its feathers were destined to burn and fade?

how can the tree grow when its leaves were destined to be pruned even before they had the chance to unfurl ?

rising up with force for an untouched, untainted beginning. out stretched arms to pierce though the glass cage laid out before birth.

no longer willing to be bound up with your past. you laid your paths out they way you both chose and mine will not be swayed by yours. change is never to far out of your grasp. but i will not be there to help extend the reach...its now my own turn to lay my path.

i miss u mrs manale.

constant beating. uncontrollable and relentless. bringing with it the ripping apart of the face, forcing the breath just out of reach.

sense of longing and desire of aversion lay in the same bed.

tearing the path from within to streak the skin.

clutching skin and contorting body

relentless waves flowing over and atop one another.

release. release. release.

but it never ends