Sometimes I feel So lost I dont know what direction Is up or down I have to close my eyes And remind myself to breathe The sound of your voice Is in the distance My eyes remain closed My breath becomes soft As I remember your words…
Speak your thoughts aloud, Let your words be heard Every breathe you take has power Every word you say has an impact
My eyes slowly open Your voice fades away With a simple reminder I begin to feel awake
For honour killing twilight adulates an abstract faith. Tainted? Now that mouth was shut and butterfly was pinned, will you grow the marigolds? The empty book was not breathing in a crowd of words. The bitter meaning had flown away.
It began as the second decade of the 21 Century entered middle age, an underlying sense of unease, change. New technology increasingly altering perceptions. Reality not seeming so sure. Our five senses, were they enough? Were they telling us the