she hid her face, though she was niether timid nor ashamed…
niether was she meek, nor tame…
she felt there was a lot more to her picture than just the frame…
there was nothing to hide, but so much more to see inside…
so she hid the face she had, beacasue…
she felt she was making it easier to see the soul she was…
Individual battles that rattle our collective mind, painfully breathtaking, left us shaking, soaked in emotion, barely coping, hoping, floating, in an ocean of negativity. We dread…
Inactivity, from A will once strong, that now seems so tender. We grow colder as sin sits on our shoulders and urges us to surrender…
Our pride,
We do our best to hide fears, we dry tears, with lies…we flee from the now, and run rings round our own eyes… Somewhere in the miserable circles we see, we’ve forgotten how, to just be…
Free.
With our feelings, and thoughts. so anxious, to spend all the time we bought, we waste what little we have left. A twisted self-theft that leaves our true selfs on the bottom shelf. And our broke hearts in dept. we seek…
Verve.
To regrow the nerve, to learn how, to just do, without knowing exactly how… to just be, and appreciate the unrivaled excellence, of now.
