Ringgren

A fog bank, a lonely road. High beams trying, to break up the mist. I am scared, of my own clouds. They terrify my mind.

I gave in to the passion, burning from the inside. I felt I was losing my footing. It came over me, like a storm I could not anticipate. It struck my heart with fear, for there was no backing out. Once embraced, the love flows through you unrelenting. A love I would never turn away. The mere thought of, letting you leave my heart. Is as impossible, as you compromising your kindness. I will protect it at all costs. So, as you sit there, in your dressing gown sipping tea. I feel my heart swell with love, as you look at me. You smile, I fall deeper.

There is something inherently wonderful about life. It is right there, for your taking and you have the opportunity to shape it how you see fit. Life is also very precious and for the first time, in my life I believe, I see the world around me as a much more uplifting place. Sure, there are still awful things happening, as injustice, racism, war and discrimination. I however, have chosen to look at life in a different way at this point in my life. I do not claim to be an inventor of this, yet I think a lot of people today could benefit from seeing the words in "print", and reflect about their daily adventures on this wonderful planet of ours. It is far too easy to give up. Yes, I know this seems entirely contradictory because, existing without any hopes for the future seems much more "doable". Giving up and ceasing to exist would require you to take action, yet to me it is the ultimate betrayal of the people who hold you dear. Unless, you are an insufferable idi

Can't seem to care about you like I want to. We are no longer. It doesn't hurt. I worry I have lost my sensibilities. My empathy, my love. All that seems to be left is sadness. A deep dark hole that mocks you, leaves  you breathless. Love is never jealous.

When I am silent, that is when you should fear me the most. Though I betray myself by giving in too easily. If by some miracle the loaded gun in my hand should fail to fire, rest assured, I will embrace the sign. My hands tremble. My heart races. *bang*