Shade.

Movement

The door slammed shut.

It has woken me up and taken me from the road just as I had found the shade,

sad.

Once again I must submit to time.

The monotony of seconds that pass, sickening and oh so dreadful.

One minute, sixty seconds of porous thought management.

Of love and loathing.

Today I weave a basket to hold my loathing.

Tomorrow I will find a suitable environment to leave my loathing to rest.

To recuperate,

to save itself.

I will leave it.

So that it may become love once again.

The disappointment of the way others choose to live is what causes this.

Others feel as though they are powerless to change.

It is as if they believe their life is a separate entity.

They give their life a separate personality.

More often than not the personality of their life tends to seem as though it is, vindictive and masochistic with the will to decimate your personal freedom, willpower, and love.

This personification of life is brought upon most of us because of fear and doubt.

Doubt that you cannot create a path on your own.

Fear that after creating such a path and the exhaustion of completing it will leave you unable to traverse it.

I will not submit to the trendy personification of ones life.

Difficult as it may be.

I know where my road is.

Not only that, but I have found the tree, and the owner of the shade.

So I will sit and wait.

to see if it leaves.

To see if I may claim the shade.

I have made my way back to the road and I see the owner.

Its moving.

However it is not leaving.

I will sit...

I will hide...

and I will wait.

Until the movement subsides.