Gone...

This world no longer

has you in it. I cannot

see you, and your light. 

"What were you thinking?"

You will grow tired of me, in time. 

You will stop seeing me "that" way. 

You will lose your affection for the way that my voice sounds, and my manner of conducting myself, and me - as a whole. 

And what will I be, then?

In your eyes.... 

A spent character. 

A discarded memory. 

A question that sounds something like,

"What was I thinking?"

Take time

Many of us NEVER take our own needs into consideration. 

Kindness is not craziness

See what you see

Unseen

Unseen can never be,

As with all things, 

Unseen is a dream,

Before the sight of it. 

Unseen is a pristine state,

Where unknown is bliss. 

This forest

We walk through many forests. 

We take paths that lead us nowhere.

We place foot after foot. 

Step and then stumble,

Only to rise and step again. 

We pass tree, root, and people, 

We cross our stories and tales. 

And here we are.