…guiltless

…and the night arrives-

quicker than yesterday it seems-

because she understood the need for her-

and her reach is as gentle and loving as my own would be, so I call night she-

and i reach for the wanted abandonment, and lay guiltless-

and i bathe in the freedom of aloneness-

until the day races to find me, and is not so kind.

as mingling and navigating thru depression in an awakened world, is like teaching a raging bull to settle down with legs crossed for a sip of tea-

and you just want to pause all-

and you just want the caress of stillness-

you just want to take the mask off, and face the emptiness-

but you’re needed,

rightfully so-

but im needed,

rightfully so-

until the night arrives, and we can lay guiltless…

again.

again.

and again.

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