Going through transitions like the moon, from crest to full moon, to your low tide emotions but somehow I still I love when the sun rises.
The warmth on my skin reminds me of the nights I didn't sin by myself.
Alone even with company.
Though I've been doubting myself more than Thomas, I'm lost in the wilderness of the world itself.
The guidance I'm looking for has only been found in myself.
Facing blocks but not building, creating but only destroying.
I can't feel how things are going I just see no movement.
I'm losing my mind & chasing it at the same. I'm that space between a rock & a hard place. It's almost like I only like to speak to you in the lowest of my moments.
Right before I figure it as you give me that push I need in the wrong direction.
Or maybe a little higher on the swing set, & maybe I'll get too high.. jump & I'll fall.
The good thing about you is I'll figure it out.. maybe after I realize I've been going the wrong way for who knows how long.
In the mist of what I'm writing as I'm feeling myself, I honestly just don't know.
What's to become or what will ever be.
I've stopped asking & now I just listen, I've learned you'll learn one way or the other.
I could write a LifeTime of Unsolved mysteries.
The words come as a gift to me, not a present, no bow just bow as you King me..
- Onesimus G.S. Gayemen Jr. ( Prime )
