Moonlight reaches the
window
and covers up a part of
the wooden floor. There you lay
in the comfort of your
cotton made bedding. The scent
of your existence
infused into the sheets. Your mind
hungry like a fire for
new logs to burn. Thoughts
you'd steal just to see
how they would fit your walls;
what kind of shadows
they would cast behind;
would they be worthy of
moonlight?
Needing a new thought to
fight it, to challenge it,
just to see how strong
it holds its ground.
Some new bone to chew upon,
to break
the known system of
thinking. To change
the wires in your skin. For it has been proven
to hold back the horses of your sanity.
Who does it take to
remind you of the possible future
at your back? Of all the things the future
picture is made of,
which elements deserve
your blood and sweat?
Ghosts of the past have
long since whispered
in your ears, since you
were eager to listen.
Learn what you can from
gazing ahead to the past
and then leave it
without walking in regret. The next moment
will slip by faster if you give in to anxiety;
but for the most part
worst case scenarios don't come true; they
just feed
your fears, which in
return cloud the skies
that you walk under. If
not now, then when,
will it be a good time
to feed the hunger for change?
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