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Yeah, its shit, but it makes me feel better. Dont read it, its just free thought.
Distant
Sleep- That distant dream
That goal so sought after, so prized, and so often taken for granted.
Things you dont appreciate till theyre gone; things you dont notice til theyre missing.
Sleep, acheless mornings, ease in motion, shoulders without knots... the times where the idea of tears seems lightyears away.
But times come when all these things are a distant dream, when anxiety and stress overtake relaxation and sleep,
when pain and ache replace the normalcy of comfort.
Sleep, that distant dream, that foggy figure just out of reach,
harmony and peace that seemed like the average not too long ago, I now await their return.
I am the driver holding the sign in the terminal,
it reads "Sleep! Peace!", "vacancy over here!" i shout.
So much vacancy, and yet so much overflow, overfilled,
overwhelmed.
I am the swimmer floating beneath the water's surface.
I can see the outside world, i know its there, but i am in those last few moments of swimming upwards
when I stretch the air i have remaining, and know i will sustain,
but feel the twinge of fear.
Is this my last swim? my last surface? Is this my end?
Always just a twinge, and then you surface, and all is well.
The dizziness subsides, normalcy returns.
But my how long those last few moments can last.
Here on the surface i breathe the air, but i am still submerged.
Here at the terminal i see my passengers approaching me, but my car is still vacant.
Easy to lose sight of it all,
to forget what the good things feel like when theyre gone,
to forget that they can leave you when you have them,
to forget the joy, the peace, the rest
To forget.
That distant dream, that goal just out of reach, when will i get my extra lenght?
When can i again grasp these medals, these badges, these joys?
Will it always be like this?
The swimmer slows in her surfacing...and my how long the last moments do last.
~M
Distant
Sleep- That distant dream
That goal so sought after, so prized, and so often taken for granted.
Things you dont appreciate till theyre gone; things you dont notice til theyre missing.
Sleep, acheless mornings, ease in motion, shoulders without knots... the times where the idea of tears seems lightyears away.
But times come when all these things are a distant dream, when anxiety and stress overtake relaxation and sleep,
when pain and ache replace the normalcy of comfort.
Sleep, that distant dream, that foggy figure just out of reach,
harmony and peace that seemed like the average not too long ago, I now await their return.
I am the driver holding the sign in the terminal,
it reads "Sleep! Peace!", "vacancy over here!" i shout.
So much vacancy, and yet so much overflow, overfilled,
overwhelmed.
I am the swimmer floating beneath the water's surface.
I can see the outside world, i know its there, but i am in those last few moments of swimming upwards
when I stretch the air i have remaining, and know i will sustain,
but feel the twinge of fear.
Is this my last swim? my last surface? Is this my end?
Always just a twinge, and then you surface, and all is well.
The dizziness subsides, normalcy returns.
But my how long those last few moments can last.
Here on the surface i breathe the air, but i am still submerged.
Here at the terminal i see my passengers approaching me, but my car is still vacant.
Easy to lose sight of it all,
to forget what the good things feel like when theyre gone,
to forget that they can leave you when you have them,
to forget the joy, the peace, the rest
To forget.
That distant dream, that goal just out of reach, when will i get my extra lenght?
When can i again grasp these medals, these badges, these joys?
Will it always be like this?
The swimmer slows in her surfacing...and my how long the last moments do last.
~M