Existing in a state of numb, on standby; surviving like an ember lone in the hearth..
Movement blurred as if time is the sun climbing behind the mountains; dusk ingulfing the last beams.
Life; existing in a on a shelf collecting forgotten memories. A dissonance between spirit and mind like a wave break.
As oceans rise and the world melts, sea and land meet again. A collision as combustive as fourth of July sky; a spray of color and shape.
Days become clear, the haze dissipating. Focus is coming as sure as the clouds are soft and the trees are sharp. Blur now a brilliant canvas; a manifestation of the clarity of mind.
Joy; yellow as the sun. Excushiating; honey so sweet. Surely death could be had in peace in this warmth. All consuming; consciousness hot as a iron.
Peace; cool as the moon. Soothing; a swim on a moonlight night. Surely death could be had in rapture in this silence. All consuming; spirit a serene as ice.
Days become still, the warmth burning slowly within. The cup of tea steams; reminding us to be still. Live in the moment; remember it's scents. Cilantro in the morning, covered in dew.
The ocean freezes waiting for the warmth to flare to mix the color of sky once more. Patience as strong as the wall within. Protected; a cocoon.
Life; like a camera charging for an adventure. Only briming with possibilities, as foam of an IPA. A promise of fun the excitement like a promotion; well deserved and yours.
Moments to look forward to; like a Sunday evening in winter. Contagious as the happiness of a child. So pure it could burn like metal; molten wounds on your heart.
Existing in a state of wonder, ready for the next dawn; a lark in the mist...