Molting
I keep coming back to this well
And every time I find it dry
But I keep coming back
And I keep coming back
Empty
Empty
Emptiness
There seems to be no word association
With Emptiness
Because when there is nothing there
There is nothing to associate with
Just like everyone else’s search for eternal bliss
Mine seems to be sorting through laundry
Making car payments
Daily grinds
These thoughts that come forward to my mind
Are gut wrenching
But so Blase’
I think I’ll go and find a tray
Filled with bright hors’d oeuvres
A sporty car to drive the curves
To navigate the way to nowhere
I sit here in the smoke and stare
Into this long and deep abyss
It is the clouds and skies I miss
They do make such a difference
I grow tired of this poetic inference
That leads me to this same empty well
I’m ready to let go of this shell
Let my soft insides be revealed
I could be loved
I could be peeled
But at least I would be me
Another thought-provoking eloquent piece, how do we really find ourselves? Is there an emptiness in everyone? Mindless work and mindless spending, I have found that both are wonderful avoidance strategies. If I’m honest, it’s not as if I’ve stopped. Fabulous photograph, the sky is amazing.
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Thanks so much. I think this piece reflects a little of the regret I have in not simply being myself until I got to be older. Now I’ve found it’s quite the free place to be, and I do think the sky in this photo reflects that sense exactly. 🙂
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