Free

In my minds eye I often picture a place. A place I think I am ment to be. It is a ghost, a phantom that haunts my dreams, but isn't really there. Where it is I know not, the distance I can't comprehend. Yet, I know I need to find it or I will never be whole; never be free to breathe deeply and feel the satisfaction of truely belonging. The weight of it presses upon me stunting my growth, how I long to reach this place so I may stand tall, shoulders back and head held high. I wish to breath in the perfection that it holds. When I get there I will reclaim my lost self, and smile as the sun shine on me knowing that at last I am truly free.

Wishes

I saw a glittering light in the sky, the first star of the comeing night. I gazed on it and mad a wish praying with all my might that it would come true. It wasn't a wish for me you see, it was a wish for you. I wished you were blessed with happiness and all your dreams to come true. Then I laughed at the folly of wishing on a star. Could it even hear me it is so very far? Who makes these wishes on stars come true? If it could hear me would it know what to do? Wishes are for dreamers, not for people like me and you. So I smiled to myself and whispering whished for your health, knowing it wouldn't come true. For Wishes are for dreamers, not for people like me and you.

False Perception

I feel for you, I do. You trapped in the box of your own vanity. So caught up in yourself that you can't look past your own reflection. What would it take to humble you I think, to make you see the light of day? Your fault is so heavy it must weigh you down. It is then I realize that I am the one at fault. For I have been judgeing you and it isn't my place. Mine is a vanity of another kinds, and so now we are both lost you see. Swollowed up by what we percieve to be correct. Who can shatter out imperfcection and expose us to the truth, or are we both lost? Swept away in a tide of false perception.

Master of Emotion

I often feel as if I am alone in the world. I look aroungd me and see millions of people all caught up in their own lives. I wonder if they feel the same. If they wear a mask as I do or should I say a sheild; it gaurds them from me and I from them. I like it alone, lost in my own thoughts, caught up in my own complexities. "Do they think as I do"? I wonder, " Do they feel the same way"? I will never kinow, for if I ask it will mean there world will become part of mine. We would no longer be strangers, but companions delving into the mysteries of the mind and matters of the heart. I consider lonliness a matter of the heart, for it is the very thing that aches at the mention of the word. The mind can comprehend emotion, but it is the heart that truely feels it. Thus, for this fact I will always be alone.