White Space
Your reality is consistent
In the white space of my mind.
In images, things are different,
Transformed over time.
Somehow you manipulate,
Turn them back around.
Inside out and upside down,
Inverted, they confound.
Performing acrobatics,
Appeasing your desire.
Quashing qualms, effort less
Scorched by white-hot fire.
In the white space of my mind.
In images, things are different,
Transformed over time.
Somehow you manipulate,
Turn them back around.
Inside out and upside down,
Inverted, they confound.
Performing acrobatics,
Appeasing your desire.
Quashing qualms, effort less
Scorched by white-hot fire.
posted by Ephemeral | 11:00 AM
4 Comments:
How's it going, Everlasting One? I check your blog every day, hoping for some insights into the current state of your heart and mind. I realize that you're possibly still churning inside and struggling to figure things out, which of course makes it hard to put thoughts into words.
I'm glad that you still pop by my blog now and then. It's good to know that you're still alive and fighting the good fight.
One day, this battle will be over and you'll win a new freedom, a new beginning. Keep your chin up, m'kay?
Read this and thought of you.
I Many Times Thought
I many times thought peace had come
When peace was far away,
As wrecked men deem they sight the land
When far at sea they stay.
And struggle slacker*, but to prove,
As hopelessly as I,
That many the fictitious shores
Before the harbor lie.
---Emily Dickinson
*A "slacker" is a nautical term for still water
Hey, girl! How you doin'? Keeping a low profile, for sure. That could mean many things, but I'm hoping for the best.
Drop me a note and tell me something wonderful.
Post, dammit!! I miss your pretty voice!
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