Sorrow Wind

In the brisk of the wind sorrowed tears become whispers traveling through the air. We all seek someone to listen, to be heard to be understood. Little we ask, but so much we gain. You hear a voice in the distance getting closer; louder, saying you cant do this! You silence it so so that for even a second you get peace. You are drowned by pain and are unable to do the things you wish you could. You work, you do crafts, anything to escape. You grab your journal, and write. You write lost, afraid, tempted, alone, pain, forgotten. The names or the neglect which made you feel this way? Perhaps it was both or neither. strum your guitar and sing you story. Express your mood. Draw, or dance what is it that you choose for escaping. Everyone around you moving so fast while you stay in slow motion what cause this is there any escape.

Day by day, one step at a time. Living in the moment as if the last.