A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. |
(and away from you) My coffee comes out hot needs the inspired container not eagerly chugged cupped in two hands needing warmth for mindfulness in an arena sparked by arrival perfect meditation when two lips anchor the brim face steamed senses sip and savor brown flowage passing a heart, vital and the awareness of the vessel’s capacity proper drainage at opportune intervals wisdom to ingest nearing the plumbed depth with just enough draught before cold the best moments perfectly plotted go as well as you could hope on any given day make morning memory I held you you warmed me I savored you intertwining destined, famed, over, when I pull the sweetest, last moments flow through knowing — you, I could never clutch contain close to my heart but for a few patent moments... life better...remember honor you this way every morning until the bottom, up. 4.22.23 We hold on to perfect memory knowing it fades or comes to an end without habitually repeating It eventually leads to knowing the agony of brevity, how hard savoring the shortness of these love lives when passion perpetually consumed is not enough, but with mindfulness make the most of it, before honoring what’s dead, long past consumed. Catalysts are bursts, not meant for perpetual motion. It’s what you do after you’ve been given a shove toward a direction - did you plot that course, can you decide where to go? Or do you stand near and igniter hoping it will blow you up? Decide all by aftermath’s fate. I don’t know who decides. If I say more… I have one week and a few days to decide…something Cryptic, yeah, I know. How dare I be so cloaked and dramatic? I thought the SAME thing…before u. What right do I have to insinuate myself into anyone’s life? I can’t even be a loner on the internet…but at a safe distance. |