July 7th, 2022
This is the lowest
point of the week. For me.
This is the lowest point
of the mood cycle. That's what I would say if he asked, "How are you doing?".
I'd say I'm at the lowest point. Looking in the sunset over the parking lot, the overhead parking lot specifically, so that I can fantasize that I'm as tall as the tree boughs that I see
as tall as the
buildings of knowledge that we've created,
that the sky is just a little bit closer. A little bit nearer.
I can be delusional and say, "This wind is for me. This warm spring air
is for me. The soft setting sun
and silhouette of clouds are for me. I can lie to myself and say
the whole world is still with me and it's mine".
I'll be okay.
Then I'll be alright. Because at least I can say
the only way forward is up.
So I'm gonna go chase the sun. Just do my best
with the rest of the day
that I can.
That's okay.
That's enough.
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Solace (Poetry Book 3)
PoetryRandom thoughts from different moments on various things for infinite reasons. This is my third book of poetry after the first "Poems of the Atmos;" and second "Ambience". Unless mentioned otherwise, none of the photos are mine. The book cover was m...
