Patience, my master.Suffering, my muse.Obsession, my dominant disposition.Vigilance, my protector. An opening arises,where I can finally rest my reins.But the moment of stillness never arrives,For legions of ghosts lurk beneath my skin,Unleashed from the archives of the past,Wearing the masks of who I used to be,Returning the burden which almost escaped me. If only I …
Tag: memories
Tracing the Echoes of Time
Frozen in the totality of the moment; Immersed in the memories that trace back to the beginning. Pieces of life dance upon me before taking flight. Those fragments dissolve into the forgotten known of night. I'm the one staring out the window, Seeking to decipher the code in the leaves' flow, As they gracefully sway …
A Two Sided Truth 