Shadow and Light
These sands weigh heavily upon me, sitting on my chest, in the pockets of my pants, in my shoes, making breathing and walking incredibly difficult. I’ve been so lonely here, among thousands of people. Loneliness birds have a tendency of circling for long stretches of time until you build another scarecrow for them to be confused and settle upon for a time. Yet they always seem to be there, waiting for me to trip and fall upon the ground so that they can feast of the parts of me that are dead or nearly dying.
Such morbid thoughts. I’m not such a depressing person its just my writing tends to travel down those dark pathways. Even depression is not always depressing as it paves the way to travel down paths that are not always seen in the light. We learn in happiness and sadness, find the makings of our heart and soul within shadow and light. We grow through the experiences of our journeys and the sacrifices of our minds, bodies, hearts and souls.