just one ~

~

to calm the nerves

to quiet the mind

to dull the pain

but ~ ~ ~ at what price?

~

~

9pm – the view from my driveway – snow encrusted with ice and frosted with lamplight

~

need directions ~ ~

¤

i am standing on the edge of my creation ~

a maelstrom of chaos and uncertainty.

~

where does one go…

~

step over the edge

and

free fall into the arms of chance…

~

or

~

run away………….toward nothingness?

¤

 

middle ground…

:

whether I

walk or run,

fly or fall ~

I am either

steady or stumbling

along ~  ~

the twists and turns,

ups and downs,

overs and unders

and

the sideways, wrong ways and right ways of life.

:

I can never seem to find the middle ground……..

…..

 

 

breathing

~

~

who needs air to breathe

when

we can breathe

in

each other

?

~

~

introspection

–

i look at you

and

i do not know who you are

~ anymore ~

~

what

i do know

is

you are not the person you used to be

~

i do not know

if i should love you,

hate you,

admire you

or

abhor you.

i know nothing.

–

–

can you, do you…

•

can you read the beat of my heart

in the words

which lay in front of you?

•

can you hear them sing

line by line

what it is they are trying to say?

•

can you feel them ~

do they touch you ~

do they whisper ~

or

do they scream ~

or

are they a scattering of letters

upon a page

meaning nothing

but

my non-nonsensical dreams?

•

•

•

miles and miles

≡

≡

looking through windows

at what’s up

and

what’s down

≈

steering through thoughts

of what is

and

beyond

≈

these miles connect me to a world

here and now

and

to places yet traveled

≈

destinations

unknown

≡

≡

≡

abating…

…

..

.

i

am

falling

fast

upon

your

feet

…

will you grab

hold

and

never let go?

.

..

…

a riddle

?

i

look

but

do i see ∼

all that is real

or

what

is

me?

∼

is it real ∼

these parts of me

or

the mask

that

has

come

to

be

?

to…?

¿

?

yellow

double lines

always leading somewhere

aimlessly traveling to nowhere

bamboozled

?

¿