No one calls me by my name.
She inhales.
Sprouting life from nothing but what once was.

They grow they walk they run.
Beauty in what they think they do, what they think they should be, what they think is right--
Seeing nothing but themselves in the highest chair.

They separate they split they scream.
Horror in what they create, what they think they should destroy, what they successfully destroy.
She pauses.

Rebuilding what was taken from her. Replenishing her soul. Her essence.
She is life. She is above.
But what do they know --they fall they lay they die.
They repeat. They do not learn.

Ancient being, new life. Perfection, are they error?
She exhales.
Mother.

Regenerative,
My little sea star,
Your vast tide pool home
Shows you beauty of
The sun, so distant,
Yet so warm.

Extraordinary,
My little dreamer,
Your thoughts of the sky
Show you glorious
Relatives, bright stars,
Your namesake.

Silence listens to the voices of the people
while on earth, a wisp of wind digresses  
In heaven God listens to each silent call  
at the footfalls of Silence...

Silence breathes quietly at the crack of dawn  
respiring softly at the ledge of twilight sunset  
Silence sits at the nucleus of our souls and lies
at the footfalls of Silence...

Silence is at the ear of the heart it does not speak
gently it leads us with a cupped hand to peace
It knows how to collect waterfalls and breezes
at the footfalls of Silence...

Silence is my linguistic heaven, my favorite speech
it is my mantra, my Yoga Master, my go to place
When things overwhelm I go to Silence and live,      
at the footfalls of Silence....

You were not made to be only a lighthouse.
You are the ocean itself.

Remember when we listened to amazing music.
Still do.
Classics like Fogerty and CCR,Janet,Gloria,Billy,Elton,and Rod
Newies like Katy and Gaga
Attend amazing concerts and performances.
Travel and explore
Older not old
We have been in the dark for five years
Always
Kind
Loving
Caring
Helpul
Giving
Respectful
Not Judgmental
Light is calling for happier and sunnier days
Always

Does routine ever stop?
Does monotony ever end?
Will it always be a cycle?
Waiting for each weekend?
Will I ever get up,
And not wait to go back to bed?
What does it mean to have purpose?
And not wish to be dead.
What’s the ultimate goal?
Why should I keep persevering?
What’s waiting at the end?
What is the meaning?
What story do I believe?
Why can’t I be like everyone?
And not doubt what I was taught?
Maybe then I wouldn’t feel this done.
So in the end I’m the villain.
The one to blame for my hurt.
If I would stop beings so twisted,
Would stop feeling like dirt.
Why can’t I be grateful?
Just be happy,
And not **** in my head.
JUST STOP FEELING ******.

This phase in my life,
It's something like a blackout.
No light in sight.

But still...
searching for it.
And gasping,
Gasping for...
air.