Pondering the meaning of simply being
Just breathing
And suddenly believing
In Something
Anything
Then a word breaks my silence
JUST
A word that implies complacency
JUST
A word that begs understanding
JUST
A word that I can say to you in a moment
For a moment
JUST
Then a thought intrudes my rant
Now you see
What you have made of me
with my words I constantly sew
A picture I so vaguely know
ALONE
you know so
in your bones
ALONE
all and one
together
ALONE
and this could be the end
it could be…
With my words I see all that I feel
My chest aches
The cavity which bears
all the invisible tears
What say you next
whether in words or thought
Bring not emotions
For my mind can fail not
What my soul has left to thought
I need to write
I need to feel
I need to embrace all which I have shunned
I am sorry
I shall write
Journals Of Enreal 
*hug*
Then write.
Write for the ones (like me) who feel they can’t even do that any more.
We all know the feeling – we want to know we are not alone.
Write.
Love,
M.L.
You see all my friend… where many do not. Thank you M
Hello Enreal,
Nice post.
Everything is the opposite of how it seems.
It is the thoughts themselves that are not content. The soul is content.
Many of the things we desire are kept away from us by desire itself.
Insightful and precious… thank you for sharing your wisdom
this was bold, powerful. evokes feelings we frequently don’t want to feel… or can’t… or won’t. same difference. and, lastly, it makes me feel for you.. and want to cast some hope and light, a smile, even if it’s JUST for a moment – your way.
Thanks, as always, for sharing – and take care…
SAM 🙂 Thank you for taking the time to share your thought… always a pleasure to hear your mind