Reflecting

Just some personal thoughts

[Reflecting @nthemirror]

It'd be a shame to be this depressed and not write poetry

It has to be for a purpose right?

[Reflecting @nthemirror]

These winds
This rain
The storm that brews above
gives me love for that around me
What light
dimmed by clouds
Reflects my soul and being within it's shrouds

Am I lost or hidden
among the fog

Am I right where I should be

[Reflecting @nthemirror]

This meloncholy sense riles me
Riles me from life
From moments
From others
How to escape this grasp it has on me troubles my mind and troubles my soul
"Where should I be" and "who am I really" plagues my mind's command
When will I take hold of these reigns & steer?
Be right here.

[Reflecting @nthemirror]

I am one
And wholly lost

[Reflecting @nthemirror]

Just a sad, lonely soul that can only look to the past
& see what he has left behind

[Reflecting @nthemirror]

Soft in the way that my heart still crumbles and poetry spills from my lips at the thought of you

[Reflecting @nthemirror]

I wonder if you still pray for me

[Reflecting @nthemirror]

I fear I am causing you mental anguish, my love

[Reflecting @nthemirror]

Sometimes, it really is great to be alive

[Reflecting @nthemirror]

When will you get tired enough of the life you don't love

[Reflecting @nthemirror]

Just like clouds that can form mountain ranges
We too eventually break up

[Reflecting @nthemirror]

And there your eyes go
burning their mark into my heart and
soul once again
An old song
A familiar intoxication
A welcomed walk into a past life

Today
The sun shined on wildflowers
And the breeze danced in tall grasses
Strokes of pink and gray clouds hung in the sky
and admired

[Reflecting @nthemirror]

What does it take to capture my heart?
To tame this beast that eludes when pursued and comes alive when neglected

This oxymoron of desire

[Reflecting @nthemirror]

I see ghosts of myself in the places we used to be

[Reflecting @nthemirror]

This is a sad story

[Reflecting @nthemirror]

I wonder if you still write poems about me

(LOL there's no way)

[Reflecting @nthemirror]

When I think of the moon and the stars
I think of you

How their radiant light mimics yours
How you yourself are made from stars

[Reflecting @nthemirror]

Is loving someone just a veil to forget this sadness? It doesn't really leave, it just doesn't take center stage.

I'm looking for someone to dry me of my grief

Or is that something I must do myself

Is it bad to ask for help?
*Asking for a friend*

[Reflecting @nthemirror]

Sadness is saturated in these bones
My soul walks, soaked, in grief

Why?

[Reflecting @nthemirror]

So much death
So much fear
So many tears

Full of anxiety
Of what comes next
Ignorance?
Action?

A cycle destined to repeat