It can be said....

It can be said. In my mind. The future's uncertain. Today, is unkind. To the way I am. The way I want to me. Endless. Drifting in memories. That lead no where. To nothing. That, in truth, mean something to me. Although, I cannot say for sure, exactly what. What is all means to me. These memories. That build up a tomorrow. In my heart. Raise my expectations. I have hope. Hope that life will begin to see. See me. As I truly am. The haunted days that walk with me. The haunted loss, that skips in time, with doubt, on my mind. I am here now. I suppose that is something. Something more than I could reason. Just a few years ago. Although my heart knows what roads I need to take. Nothing is easy. Nothing remains the same. Not for too long. In a day, that has gone away. I remember laughter. Connecting to those around me. For a moment. I was not alone with everybody I know. The calmness, the joy. Words that walk with me. In my past. In a present unseen. The memories that seem to be so long ago. I know that I will wake to find, what I need in my mind to be. More so than a memory. Of composure and loss. The ways I've taught my heart to be. Simply because I cannot fathom the energy, that is all around me. Today. The people walking. I feel it all. Overwhelmed in dream. For the truth is vacant. Lonely. Empty. I long to just see a woman smile. Glow with the rich truth of passion, dripping from her skin. In a world of chaos. Of death. The best of us, consumed in a parade, of aches and pains. Concealing the world, before the spectators taste our hearts. Read our minds. I want to escape. Reach out. Use the power of the net to connect to a world. To a soul. That knows, that feels, just like me.

The music lifts me. The music that pulses through me.

To escape the borders of our bodies. To escape the thoughts of our mind. I wake to find that the day is so simple. That time can be lost, just by not thinking about it at all. I stand here now. Stand here, before I fall. Fall in flight. Down from the heights of heavens and kingdoms, held high in a sky. Of blue and white. Endless delight, in the sense of falling. Not death. But a different calling. Spiraling down, with the thought that nothing can harm. You can only find a new beginning to know. A beginning. To show myself, in the times of doubt.

I. I, race with the words, that seem barren at times, I know my life speaks to me. Inside this dream. Somewhere, life is, it is more than it seems.

To speak without words. To sing without the sounds, that run through this world of ours. I long to let go. To release. So that I might know this truth. Here, scattered among my words and my doubts.