Today is the day of replenishment. Today is the day of rejuvenation. In running away from what we are given we have found what we need. In trusting our heart we have found that the worst thing may be the best.
Last night i stayed awake speaking to the moon, he spoke to me in a low tone and he toild me what he knew. Those who care about me seem to have wrapped their minds around worry, let it be known that i am okay. Let it be known that i have never seen better. I have come to learn that when you live with no thought of consequence or result, you find peace. Sometimes it seems like the world is buzzing around me, people are talking talking talking, and they've yet to figure out what it is that they mean to say. I do not move, though all around me speed. I do not speak, though none around me are silent. Your jar hit my arm, your fist hit my wall, and still you felt you could not make me understand. Let it be known that i see you. I see where you are going and i see where you've been. I know these lands and i pass through from time to time, though i try not to prolong my stay. The moon grew tired of my rambling and left me.
In my sleep i dremt of you. Although I may not see your face i know your presence. Appreciation fills my heart, and i am left with nothing but to smile. I do not need to dance to feel the beat within my heart. Lately those words in my head replay over and over "I have an unnatural amount of love," she whispered, already doubting what she would say"probably more than could ever be returned, more than I could ever expect anybody to return." This is exactly why I do not believe in spoken word. Your eyes tell me what I know, while your words contradict. Too much is lost in manifesting lies. Too much is gained in addiction. This thought started me awake. Greeted by the sun, i resolve that there is not better place, and sit up. She was lying next to me, still absorbed in the dream world. I wonder if she knows how much i depend on her presence. Without you dear, where would i go to think? Certainly not at home, if you could call it that, where my creator would endlessly pick away at my formless wood untill nothing was left.
I drift through my day, sharing secrets with those worthy, sharing secrets with anyone who asks. For what can truely be lost in the open? An empty stomach creates a clear mind. Today there is just one int his empty room, when usually there are twenty, each competing to be heard. When the one speaks, there is the suggestion of an echo, and all that is said is given more importance than ever before. It is amazing, no one has nothing to say. |
Submission Name: the day of replenishment
