Oxidised Crusts and Correct Grammar

 

Fear. This one word has come to craft a space for itself in my life as a constant theme. I don't know why I am now afraid at the age of 26. I think it might have something to do with the fact that though I may tell myself that I am Okay without responsibilities and the normative expectations of success, I am going against the grain and I do not want to fail.

I do not want to be that example of "that's what happens when you try things that we are not used to." 2014 has been a great year so far and so many wonderful things are coming my way. I am happy that I get to do so much but the worry comes in knowing that I am not selling ideas but crafting realities.

So here I sit with an oxidised crust.
The moistness within
fueled by dreams and possibilities
is being trapped.
I have trapped it in
because to be exposed
to the elements
is to allow yourself to suffer
against uncontrollable things.
If you could just stay within,
stay within the bounds of
dried up crusts
holding secrets never to be learned
never to be taught
never to be inherited
then are you not... safe?


I am seeking safety.
I want to be safe!
I want to take risks and know that I am still
... safe.

I contradict myself.
But I often think I live to be contradictory.
Go against what has been said and taught and write
write your own gospels.
My good news believes in a tomorrow
A tomorrow I am still to see.

Till then I will dream
put them aside and work.
I will work to distract myself
from what dreamers call a reality because
reality blows and dreams levitate.

My oxygen intake is bringing me down.

Of all the things in life I need, This I Knead.

Share With Me.
Of all the things in life I need, This I Knead.

Share With Me.

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