Sometimes all I need is to be Alone. That is my therapy; it’s what I know and am comforted by. This feeds my inner self, fuels my ultimate passions. Separation is what seams my soul.

I must hover in this delicate dance. Though I love so many, the contrast of emotion is so often overwhelming. To live in a world where I know myself so well, and others do not interfere. As much as I give of myself, I want to keep so much to-myself. I am a sort of dueling force in the midst.

Somehow I keep myself hidden,
I wear a cloak,
a mask,
a facade.
You can feel me here, I am certainly present.

When I dream, I see myself shining through-
no wavering of conscious,
or hindering emotion.
I hold this power, we all do.
To just be–
on and on, and on.

No longer an existence, but an energy which flows.

I can feel myself,
and I am strong.

Such a statement surely makes me cry,
and for what?
For the shame of my power,
or the loss of power in pain…
or the plain denial, for fear of hate.

My introspection shows me much, the information at hand surely syncs. There is no falsehood in where I feel I must travel, to find the Gem and bring her back. A most lonesome path.

For you can be surrounded by the world,
the universe–
if the totality of all this is one,
than we must surely feel it so.

On days like these…
The clouds have been heavy, the sun still shone.
Wind a brew, trees askew.
As nature flows, the bustle blows.
Humming motors, slamming doors.
Distractions of our lifetime, together in rhyme.

My mind is madness, all the same.
To stop and breathe;
exhale and cry…

I am surely an ocean:
so deep, never dry.
It weighs, and it washes
up-over-me…

To find joy in those depths,
in that infinite silence–
the void of thought, leading to peace….

This is why the Earth holds me here still.
In this city, this place.

Someday I’ll collide with the coast…
heart sunk,
body grounded,
soul soaring on the breathe of wind.