where are you quiet soul? where are you adventurous spirit?
The clouds hold reign over the sky today. It feels right. Hungrily I sit and wait, my eyes seeking your face. My whole being burns for adventure. For the quiet journey through emerald valleys and sun stroked forests. I look to my left, there is but a ghost. A projection of want. I look to my right, empty. Inside me stirs this confused longing. Where are you magic? Where are you shimmer? You glimmer of life, breath. I cannot be still. I cannot be still. I cannot be still. My heart aches and groans with want of you. Of your voice. Your word. Your straight path before me. I can not be still here. Over head they gather, the blues and greys and purple of rains. Burst already! Fall over me. Distract me from this agony.
I long to go. I fear my longings.
How did I survive before this place?
alight. alight my soul.
inside me it rages, my soul. it rages for the serenity of travel. of expanse. of beauty. of stories and life. my eyes hunger for the inhale of the galaxies. my fingers crave the understanding of the ages. I want but silence. friendly, welcoming, comforting, warm silence (filled with everything unsaid). I want but to sit and drink in the seconds of time, each passing moment non-refundable. I look to my left, there is but a ghost. a projection of want. I look to my right, empty.
I linger. I will linger in this place. I will linger in this space. I will string myself up by your voice, by your words. I lay down my want, my desires, my life and I linger.