July 20, 2016

Life is pain. Life is sadness. Life is lonliness. Life is devastation. Life is sleeping, its dreaming. Life is being woke, life is joy, life is laughter, life is breathing, life is happiness in my eyes, life is having a child...raising a child and having the tiny boy suckle at my breast. Life is family, its sickness, it's travel, learning....life is hiding and being fearful. Life is overcoming, life is sharing, life is communicating, life is a sunset, its a flower in full bloom and petals fall one by one.
Life is poetry and music and art, life is desolate and isolation, it's my eyes closed meditating and a white star is my focus. Life is resting your head on a blue pillow at 2p.m. while the sun is scorching the sidewalks outside your home. Life is rising to catch a train I've be er been on- its food on a burning stove while music fades in the background. Life is memories good and bad, its children's fingers on my cheek with a precious sticky smile and eyes gleam of hope. Life is his hand in mine. Life is suffering and creating, it's a smoke stack from firewood chimneys that I daydream about, a book open or shut. Life is madness, it's gloat, its nothing and everything, it's an itchy palm and a dark fairytale while she buries her head in the sheets. Life is what you see. You don't see me.