“Even when I try to stir myself up, I just get irritated because I can't make anything come out. And in the middle of the night I lie here thinking about all this. If I don't get back on track somehow, I'm dead, that's the sense I get.
There isn't a single strong emotion inside me.” ― Banana Yoshimoto
There isn't a single strong emotion inside me.” ― Banana Yoshimoto
You see people laughing, your supposed to be a part. Your not.
You see tears falling, your supposed to feel. Your not.
You see prayers offered, your suppose to do that. Your not.
You see life passing, your supposed to do something. Your not.
And worst of all, you just don't care. I mean you really, really, don't care. About anything.
It's Death you feel in every little crack of your soul.
Like Dust collecting, this death accumulates in the small areas of your life.
But wait you walking dead! Be encouraged!
There's life again, a spring cleaning as it were, rising from the dust of death in your life.
You must Quiet yourself and stop running to the next thing that will numb you.
You must quiet yourself and wait to hear the voice of your maker calling after you.
You must quiet yourself and pray to the one who has the love that will make you whole.
I've felt the death that living life can bring, and I've felt the arms of my Father,
Those arms have made me Strong enough to live and be safe from the dust.
Also published in Broowaha Magazine
01082011
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