As I was going through some old writing and realizing there needs to be more…. just more in general. Does it really matter if its profound? I never promised this to be for anyone but me. If you benefit, that is like gravy. Today was well, one of those. You know those. But whatever… sometimes its just like that, you work your ass off for years and years only to find out you never really had an ass to begin with. You find out you have a flat butt and chicken legs but someone, somewhere thinks you’re beautiful for whatever reason they do. When they tell you it will be the perfect blend of Chopin and coffee on a winters morning while you are all wrapped in a blanket watching the snow fall.
I found this… maybe Chopin can inspire more….
cyclone
hiding there in the light
the shadow of my heart
not pretty or pink
weeping slightly from years well worn
it sings so faintly if you listen
words of a memory a dreamers song
hiding there in the light
a whisper in the wind
drown by the rush of the force passing by
the wave crashing down keeps me afloat
on your sea, the wind whispers
