They always make sense to me,
when nothing else does.
When life feels overwhelming,
Overburdening in all its expectations,
I turn my back
And return to this nook,
Free of every possible thought,
And with all the thoughts in the world,
In hope that I will find peace,
And joy,
Or whichever scrap of it I can manage to get,
Before it turns too dark to see outside.
And as I drift away,
Slowly but surely sinking into unconsciousness,
I wonder,
If you are life after all.
YOU ARE READING
Beyond the Haze
RandomA collection of journal poetry. The haze of my thoughts often prevent me from living in the moment, and these are some of them.
