I... don't know how to talk to you. My poor attempts at bids for affectionate attention are received as pesky, pathetic pleas.
I... am alone. I don't love myself or ask for adequate deserved assistance.
I... am scared. I don't want to think about it.
I am me.
Am I... enough?
What passion and energy is poured into art
Careless ideas thrown
The unknown fired
But once finished the masterpiece lies still
Must I gently maintain what I made
Will a slight disturbance ruin perceived perfection
When did love become a burden?
An unforseen seamless transition
I see a lone bird across the lake,
and she is beautiful.
A crane maybe.
Sunlight reflects against the water.
She looks up to the sky after a drink.
She calls.
I listen.
After she makes her presence known she demonstrates the meaning of freedom.
I loved you.
I suppose I still do.
Don't let me fall
My hands thrust to the sides of a non-existent wall
Nothing to grab
No one to hold
I am slipping, and it is too late
What can I do but lie, but wait
Goodbye, high
Until we meet again
@Vote5Holt Ty for your video essays. YT's algorithm recommended the WTTG2 one. I was immediately captivated and it pulled me out of a depressive funk. I was enthralled. It's wonderful to be into SOMETHING again! Then the Dark Eye made me refall in love with writing. Thank you! ❤️
The sea, the sea
I do not love the sea
Endless water out the window
Salty air, powerful breeze
Nowhere to hide, no shadows cast
The blue depth swallows me