in decision

scent of the fireplace trust cold hands pressed for warmth breath rainbow lines window steam parched lips made dry by a tiny gesture, this raindrop now all sounds resonance oneness

a long standing silence, perhaps of forgotten time an idea passed does the body hold life; after death? for what length of time in such accumulation then where from is its presence brought forth                                                                                      hence where shall it reside once this its shell subsides? opened is a line can it be controlled or does it lead, if so from where before? the energy being so strong what if 'i' felt far away not without joy, not without love but with pain simply to become

masked in a shroud of depth, seeking a shaped whole wanting to find light from within as a dense scape fleeting images of enlightenment warranted only by fate my beauty abounds inside faces of thought between glory for ideas dropped sharply past unknown space a love of visual word deep desire wanting of the lost into forever will i flow taking only empty heart

feeling safety under the umbrella strength of another shaped wholly by harshness and loss  seeing that small differences exist worlds apart sometimes free to hold the life, to squeeze awaken excite and involve open general growth between giant green germs generally generates gross grounding, generalisation, and grotesque greatness governed gallantly by generous means

jumping, bounding, leaping passed happiness total shining in the heart freedom of joy feeling of life no more at thought but alive with instinct and control inner peace

why watch a watch when, wondering if wandering widows seeking windowless, winding windy ways will whittle willingly whilst watching whales weave wonderful white don't dare delve deeper down, diddling diligently, depending decidedly whether dead ends didn't drop drastically  i just stopped breathing for a while i did not inhale i stood idlely  by taking in visions, sounds and the colours watching time pass by i stopped i don't know why

wanting to feel as though there is an inside that has the ability to open up to share thoughts, feelings and emotions and realising the emptiness of mind being able to see that the emptiness inside is closer to the goal than can be anticipated fraught with desire chased by image faced with the mind that lets so much in dreaming to be beyond but not willing to let go unable to without assistance why? why? learning is key patience is necessary freedom is the desire effort pain knowledge loss love happiness that cannot be a life void of all encompasses. an empty cup