I don't think loneliness is a feeling.
It is the clouds, the sky, the mountains.
The terminal reality we share for a moment is but a cosmic dance.
Staring into the abyss, yet there is no darkness. Just brown eyes.
How do I start when I don't even no where to begin.
The end of myself will be found with tears and roses.
The end of myself, I hope I left them with something.
Hoping they feel more, than what I had them read.
Courage? I doubt it.
Fear? I know so
I wear my pride like a morning robe.
It keeps me warm, it keeps comfortable, it keeps me from being loved.
I’m sad and so I think about our cultural conditioning.
Being only as happy as our screens tells us to be.
Can't you see what I am trying to say?
Can't you see the invisible is here?
God is on your doorstep asking for directions.
A perfect strategy to find his truth.
If words are needed to explain the feeling.
Why can’t I just feel?
The truth is, the love I have been running from.
The truth is, I am scared to love.
I don't want to fall again.
I don’t want to rise again, on my own.