The winds of change carry with them a burden so lofty,us plebeians of the world cant shoulder.A torrent of possibilities seems to be lost in an ocean of confusion.Thoughts are fuzzy,images blur,the mind is intoxicated with points of views, opinions, biases...The mind and heart beat to a restless drum,an unsure drum, a broken drum...
A live and kicking child is being laid to rest, as arms reach out for no one to hold.The stench of death rises high,its putrid odor fills the nostrils,it creeps into the deepest corners of our soul eating us from within.
As the heart seeks anyone to shoulder its loss and the mind wanders, resorts to any means possible to come to terms with the loss.The flood gates are open as emotions are unleashed,they play havoc with the workings of the mind,making us more weary by the day...
A peaceful head we seek to lay down to sleep...
2 comments:
beautiful thots ritz.... though i hope there is space for some positive streaks as well:-)
at all times but more so when there is confusion all around, one must learn to focus!
finish that one post, that one job, that on earticle, that one drawing/ doodle...
use the anger, the confusion to create....artists are essentially discontented people!
cheers
M\
Thanks for the words of wisdom..
its just that this cloud of gloom seems like its never going 2 lift...
the physical,emotional and mental strain its causing kinda takes its toll after a while...
Wish i could just cut myself away from this...i know its an escapist attitude but at times i really do want to escape
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