My words

Why must these words continue to come? I read them, write them, feel them… yet I am far from them.

Why must then they torment me? For so long they gave me shelter, for so long they gave me light. Why then do I forsake them as my plight?

I feel them shudder as they course through my veins, pulsing with the crimson tides that remain blue beneath the surface.

I taste them as they form on my tongue. some bitter, some sweet, some salty with the tears I can not shed, for they too have forsaken me.

I hear them crying from within, laughing from the heavens, whispering from the winds…

I see them as they merge with images, form as a painting of colors only to be melted away from the ridicule I cast myself…

I know them as I know myself… more so… I know them for their truths and they show me mine… I can not deny my words, yet they deny me… why must then do they continue to come?

I know. I am a failure to my dreams.

I know. I am a failure to my visions, to my words.

I know.  I am a failure to myself

My words, they hold so many dreams, so many wishes, so many lives, why then can they not hold mine. It pains me to leave them. I know I can not. I only wish them hear me, once.

Understand me, as I understand you. Make light your dreams, your visions, your way. Help me form my way, as I form yours.

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Always Questions

Who

are we?
is God?
is blessed?
is not?

What

is meaning?

is emotion?
is empathy?
is life?

Where

is here?
is now?
is Soul?
is Life?

is Heaven?

When

do we achieve?
is the end?
is it right? or wrong?
is one more than another?

And when is another more than one….

Why

dream?
feel?
Why do we feel only for certain people and not all people?
Why

love?
lie?

Why question?

Why care?

Who is What is Where is When is Why?

Always Why