Monday, December 19, 2011

Conscious

I never needed to pull the sun from the sky,
It just hid between clouds.

I cried, because I couldn't understand.
I cried because I didn't know who I am.

Sometimes being lost,
Finds you in the greatest places.

You know who you are,
Just get up in the morning.

1 comment:

Whatever said...

unconscious the moon rolls through my dreams
if only I could hold her still
comfort her somnambulist soul
But ever time I reach out to touch her
she slips over the horizon
and a new day has begun.

the truth about freedom

The space between inhale and exhale the space between stars fill up with air, and collapse into dust I walk a sunlit path and breath...