Beautifully Brief

1.24.12

This could go on and on, and the entire time I wouldn’t see a single soul.
This long stretch of road where beginning and end intertwine.
A feeling I find myself content with.

Time is a blessing. One that I’m not thankful for.
It reminds you of the impending moment when this will all cease.
Hinting that it will all end and there is never enough hours in the day.
Attempting to be unaware of the sand
I try and try
try to be oblivious of it sliding down the glass.

 This indefinite measure of space extends on different distinct planes.
I walk the winding vertical path.
Noticing many others running horizontally.
How did I come to this walk?
Or when did the others change courses?

This conformity is overpowering.
I crave acceptance.
 But something pulls me back.  I resist to be influenced by such calamity.
The pressure can be relentless. All I seek is independence.

Tension on the horizon as determination sets in my mind.
I let go of my worries, allowing myself peace.
Silence fills my ears.
Dancing in the soft caress of freedom.
The links are broken and I’m never turning round.