I figured it out. I’m not moving forward anymore. Again. Stuck in the pot hole of apathy…asking myself how many more holes…how many more times…they warned this ride is not an easy one, they all warned about set backs and leap forwards…but even the smartest textbooks and the kindest friends do not know how many of each and for how long…what helps in some odd way is the understanding that once I’m on that ride already, there is nothing I can do to not to be…the best thing is to relax, let it wash you over with the chilling splash of ouch, then let the wave recede back into the creeping darkness she came from…I’m an artist tonight…mind paints pictures never to be drawn…yet I see them as if they already were…the picture is of a slumber, deep freeze in blue…sleeping dream curled peacefully under the frosted blanket of silence…Hours pass days pass time stands still…Light gets dark and darkness fills…a song for unsuspicious dream…there is a danger in staying where you are for too long. The light grabs a chance to escape…on tiptoe he steals towards the doors…while you were sleeping…while you were sleeping he sneaked out and left you to the eerie nurse…a darkness creeping closer and closer eventually consuming you completely…
Suddenly reminded me of a children’s story of my childhood. There was that little mouse that was particular fussy about lullaby his mother sang to him and insisted on different nanny to sing him to sleep…poor mother-mouse was perplexed as she tried various nannies, like pigs, goats, hens yet still the little mouse was screaming into fits, nobody’s voice could sooth him and then hopeless mother invites the cat…and the cat sings smoothly and a little mouse really likes it…the poem finishes when the mother mouse returns to her child’s bedroom and found her son has gone missing…sometimes darkness sings a soothing songs to us, lulls us gently until we are lost…
I am not loosing hope, I just couldn't find it…
Suddenly reminded me of a children’s story of my childhood. There was that little mouse that was particular fussy about lullaby his mother sang to him and insisted on different nanny to sing him to sleep…poor mother-mouse was perplexed as she tried various nannies, like pigs, goats, hens yet still the little mouse was screaming into fits, nobody’s voice could sooth him and then hopeless mother invites the cat…and the cat sings smoothly and a little mouse really likes it…the poem finishes when the mother mouse returns to her child’s bedroom and found her son has gone missing…sometimes darkness sings a soothing songs to us, lulls us gently until we are lost…
I am not loosing hope, I just couldn't find it…