Sinking again Back into oblivion Not like it was sinking into you Your bliss turning into darkness My dreams fading to nothingness How can everything be so wrong and feel so right Falling again Down into despair Not like it was falling into you Your love turning into nightmare My thoughts clinging to phantoms How
I’m stripped bare in the library of your knowledge, Blindfolded by your words as you read them to me, Penitent I kneel before you, Humble upon your altar, I worship every syllable. Internet image Copyright 2017 ©️ ArtemisOnFire
Such a voyeur, you beautiful moon. Prying your eye through windows reflecting doors of perception. I could feel you watching, even if I was blindfolded by my own imagination. The super moon out my window. Copyright ©️2017 ArtemisOnFire
That place. I need to go there. To see what it’s like, what secrets it holds in the mist, what whispers I can’t hear through all of this noise… That place. Where is it? My soles know the way. Tingling with remembrance long before bare feet touch the path, soul open, mind erased… That place.
Arriving at that place, New terrain, new surroundings… and yet, that familiar feel. I am at a crossroad. Another turning point, In a life of discovery. It is here I reflect, it is here I rest, it is here I experience my Self. It is here I can simply be. No need to rush, no