my highs & lows
comes & goes...
some days I'll fall so deep in a hole,
surface light appears so small like a star resembling a speck in the night sky.
other days my head is so far up in the clouds couldn't even be bothered with what goes on down below.
to appreciate one...
must acknowledge and endure the other.
a tragic balance,
always to one extreme,
rarely in between,
can surely make one feel filled with pain & ease.
life is a little tease.
playing with you like your on strings,
move you left and right—
always getting flinged.
but in that split second of being in the middle the beauty is seen.
YOU ARE READING
wabi-sabi
Poetry🎍| more of the same...lessons to gain, & writing to lessen the strain. the same but more evolved soul puts it all down once seeing life for what it is & isn't. New journal, new creator. This time around I'll be more raw, more vulnerable, more open...
