There are things a person should do a certain way. I am not that person. If it’s going to be hard, it’s the hardest thing you’ll ever do. If you want it to be sad, the saddest. I don’t do anything half-assed. I’d rather feel every feeling, every way and be left with nothing, than try and forget. These things happen on purpose, whether we expect it or not, and why not live as much as possible and feel as much as possible before the inevitable, long, sleep.

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It’s hard when you know what your heart wants. But things like doubt, insecurity, and loneliness cloud your judgement. Who am I to tell me what to do? I know deep down what it is that I want- but my mind knows me better. I’ll be hurt, sad, without consolation. The change is what scares me but it’s the change my heart craves. How do I choose? The conflict is devastating and without end. “Idle hands are the devil’s play thing,” so I guess my only choice is to play.

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It is the chaos that brings the most peaceful moments in my life. The more destruction and uncertainty that enters into my life, the more I feel like I know what I’m doing. Amidst the chaos, I know what is right and I know what will bring me tranquility. The true chaos of life is not what happens to us, but what we discover there and how we move forward.

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Hope is something small; like the first glimpse of spring or a shimmer of dawn. When encouraged, hope grows. When smothered, hope dies. Sometimes hope just merely survives. And if it can survive, one day it may thrive. Most days, I do not have hope. I live in the dark; there is no room for light. But now and then the cracks in my mind give way and it seeps in. That light is my hope. My hope survives.

 

The scent of coffee woke me up. My mind foggy, feeling groggy, I slowly rose from my bed. Down the stairs I could see those who were much more awake than me. Why are they like this?
More bitter than my coffee is my resentment for them. Who greets the day with a smile and a wave? I don’t trust them. I’m tired even when my body is not, feeling very slow to rot; Why am I like this?
Out the door just in time, searching my bag for those keys of mine. These days just drag and never change, It’s always the same. Even when I try and smile, it comes out forced. Why am I like this?
Finally- the day is done. I don’t know why I’m happy. I have nothing to do and no where to be, but back at home alone with me. Maybe tomorrow I’ll have more to say, or maybe just save it for another day.

Daily Prompt

There is a song that I can hear,
Only when I sleep.

So I sleep all day, and I sleep all night,
Just so you’re not far from sight.
What you sow is what you reap,
How can I live from all this sleep?
Sweet melody, notes and sounds,
Endless dreams, leaps and bounds.
It’s the only thing I feel is true,
The song I hear is you.

There is a song that I can hear,
Only when I sleep.

This song evokes so much emotion
Does it convey my soul’s devotion?
Through the night I listen dear,
Only to these beats I hold so near.
One day I pray I take your hand,
Please hear my soul’s silent command;
When I wake I fear it may never be,
A song alone for you and me.

There is a song that I can hear,
Only when I sleep.

Music to me is your sweet smile,
Your gaze, your voice, your smooth style.
I’ve never heard a song like this,
I’ve never felt this loving amiss.
When at last my choice is just to wake,
The terror in my heart overtakes.
I am deceived; this sleep it seems
Was only just a wicked dream.

There is a song that I can hear,
Only when I sleep.

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One of these days these scars will fade.

Wounds will heal and pain subsides,

And the dark corners of his mind

Will never again be a part of mine.

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