Blue skies, blue mood.

There is always a time
and a space,
proper ones.
And proper times
and spaces
to miss the chances
to discover what’s on
the other side.

Sometimes we just don’t feel okay. For all the times we hide things to others and especially to ourselves, there are times when they emerge and they claim to be faced.
We can’t always have bright days.
I had a dark one the other day. 

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Connections

Connections

A bell is ringing.
Can you hear it from the woods?
A ray of light
hole the shadow.
Don’t speak now,
listen to the sough of the wind
wash your face from the past,
you can leave it here.
Can the music keep playing?
I don’t want to hear anything else.
I just want to rest my head
We’ve been wandering too long.
I lost the count of my steps.
all I know is they brought me here,
to face the wanderer
and lay my weights.
How did I become so different?
How did I become so much like you?
How are we so apart?
How are we so alike?