I’m riding the walls as they close in on me. Each side is getting closer to the other as the pressure begins to build, just before it can’t be contained. The serenity hidden in the middle is where I sit, ignoring the ever present thought of danger on each side. It’s the familiarity of the place that reminds me of where I’ve been and where I am now.
Sometimes it’s because the wind blows just right.
Sometimes it’s because the sun shines right into my eyes.
Sometimes that chord hits my ears just right, and my soul swells.
Sometimes it’s the smell of your house. It’s full and rich, just like old books, and growing things.
Right now…I think it’s because the time of year is just right.
Whatever it is…I’m content to wait right here until the outcome hits me in the face.
"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."
you spelled rhythms wrong. :) but, regardless, i liked this. i'm not sure exactly what you were trying to get at,... but i liked it nonetheless.
ReplyDeletep.s. i love the smell of old books. so much.
Oi,Good eyes...I didn't see that.
ReplyDeleteDanke. :)