19 May 2011

Shade



Something about my life traded in a parade of egos and glittering trail of what could be disturbs me. A piece of the pie, tin star in my eyes, reaching for that next branch in the tree. Take time to assess the damage of being me, around me, inside me, and figure out if you come out on top.

Stop.

I'm closing the door, pulling up anchor and departing golden shores to give this black mist in the distance its due. Without a fucking clue I'll drive all night if it'll only lead me to where I was supposed to be. A little bit of me in encased in words and typography on my screen. A breath I made extends half way across my universe and darker things lurk in shade where it's just a little bit cooler.

A few degrees.



6 comments:

lillith said...

excellent! tin star in my eye... love it especially.

Erin Cole said...

Loved this line: "I'm closing the door, pulling up anchor and departing golden shores to give this black mist in the distance its due."

You are adept at describing what it is we all wish we could say, I mean type.

The Frog Queen said...

Brilliant as always. Just love the way you describe feelings.

Thanks for sharing with us.

Cheers!

Carrie said...

Thank you. :)

antisocialbutterflie said...

Feeling a bit overwhelmed yet excited about traversing into the unknown?

John Wiswell said...

That's why I take time alone. If you don't indulge in some solitude, contemplation and private expression, society will drive you mad.