No time to write.
The heat is reminding me of our relationship.
it's so smothering..
No time for reflection.
I could print up missing person posters.
I've lost track of my Self.
.I'm feeling fragmented.
Bits and pieces of who I am laying here, there and everywhere.

I might as well be a Mosaic painting
Instead of hanging in a museum.
Kept in storage wasting away.
Waiting for the day that I can once again express myself.

Like a wild bird finding itself in a cage
Wishing it was free once more to fly high in the sky
Feeling the wind beneath it's wings.
I Look forward to the day I can relish in solitude and serenity once more.



© Life is amazing, if you let it be!