Thoughts

Pain is a dark place

Hurt is a damaged road

Relief is a far cry from light

Lonesomeness is a shallow pit of sanity

The more you’re alone, the more you think

The more you think, the more you feel

Feeling is a double sided sword for a gift of sense

Sometimes a joy, other times a burden.

We are only born with two shoulders and one back bone,

A lot can be conceded, depends on the strength of will

But, no matter how strong a will, it has limits.

Limits only exist because we think,

Thoughts continuously challenging themselves within minds,

Digging deep burrows of doubts and views.

Consciousness is a dark world.

Clear consciousness provides an illusion of a clean slate,

A dream of better roads and light filled tunnels,

Of possibilities to feeling the early morning sun kiss the skin.