Monday, August 1, 2022

El Horizonte...

"al horizonte
aunque no exista
al horizonte voy..."

Monday morning is tricky today as melancholic clouds appear outside my window & do their best to make themselves at home in the orbit of my mind. For no ryhme or reason, I resist their invitations like a monk sworn to celibacy. Both blessed and cursed to love and despise...to feel and to be numb. To both laugh and cry as this holy horizon I've been waiting for can finally be seen from a distance like spotting land after being at sea for years. I know what it will mean to arrive...

In the silence of my quiet, I can feel the last gasp and grasp of something dying inside. Something I never thought I'd lose feels lost today. That "something" that inspired a constant love no matter what seems to be slipping by the day and at this very moment...I feel indifferent to it. Maybe it's the day or maybe it's the way but in either case, it's a part of me I don't want to lose. I'm just so tired of fighting to keep it in the face of all this world is producing...but as always...

"this too shall pass..." 

right?...

~moses apollo 

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