november

remember what is bigger.

what my eyes will see

We are so selfish.

Simply because your heels may be down,

begging time to hold still,

certainly does not inspire clocks everywhere to cease their tick.

breathe in deep

so the day comes when it's time to face

time to courageously acknowledge who you have built yourself into.

Remember,  you can decide you're not through.

again with the seas

they say that hesitation

will be the calm before the storm.

that the arrow

must be drawn back before it can be set free.

but poor aim,

and lack of compass

are irrevocable 

offenses.

poor aim.

no compass.

a purpose driven life?

i wish to wake with purpose

of all the things i am able to convince myself of

why can't i find gladness,

or even willingness

upon the very stirring of my waking mind.

when fresh a day is finally near

i am only morose

so weak, so mere.

the words

here they come

and how pretty they seem

two seas

I am tossed between

two seas

flung about in 

despair and fine melody

intertwined

with no peace between them

and every bit of will to fight.

Look up at the sun

the nights just seem
to wade on
and while my body
cries out for sleep
my mind craves
a resting place much
greater in palpable length.

Amibiguous

I used to believe firmly in the idea that the greatest force on either was passion.



That being said, passion could not exist without complete and utter devotion.



Devotion that is developed only by even the slightest hint of faith.



For the first time in my life I have a regret.