cautionary perspective

living

in a bomb shelter

call it a

sanctuary

but that doesn’t mean

you’re not

hiding

until whole

the worlds within ourselves

to be explored

or escaped

realized

or rejected

pieces of you

scattered along

these inside places

to be collected until whole

isn’t forever

simply a notion?

what’s everlasting could be

fleeting

with perspective

i’d prefer

to live inside moments

and when they fade

so will I

return to yourself

it’s very easy

to get lost out there

fortify and restrain

bide time

count the stars

you will bloom soon

gliding along slowly in your dimly lit bedroom

the night feels soft; the music is warm

stare in the mirror and love

shut the shades and be free

don’t worry about the bad things

i fell in love with those too

ambivalent wandering
stumbling upon the end of the road
leaping
sinking
a resting place
a haven
a mirage

follow the birds
winter’s here early