I long to run free across a boundless landscape.

I long to scream at the moon, heard by only the sky.

I long to feel the earth between my toes.

I long to sleep beneath the open sky, with only the stars as company.

I long for the wilderness.

I long to be wild.

Calcified Heart

Layers upon layers;

A calcified heart.

At the forefront: 

A carefully constructed wall composed of callouses and scar tissue.

Scabs entwined with half-healed bruises form an intricate web.

Contusions in shades of yellow, green, and aubergine decorate the facade. 

But beneath it all,

In the hardest-to-reach crannies,

In the deepest crevices,

Is you.

Currents

Empathy, Empathic, Empathetic, Empath

In the 19th century, a German philosopher coined the term.

"To feel into"

      Empathy.

His point - art can evoke feelings.

In the 21st century, the term has come to mean so much more.

The word has evolved; as humans do.

Feeling the feelings of another.

We understand.

This process is simply put - poetry.

Gentle Reminders

How the scent of the rain on pavement
Reminds me of years passed.
Of trials endured.

How the bird's song outside my window
and the susurrations of the wind in the trees
Remind me of times of happiness.
Times of sadness.

A plethora of memories,
Neither good nor bad;
Just memories of being.
Memories of being me.

I'm certainly waiting for certainty.

These days we live in a world where pills are prescribed to those who have seen the light,
Emerged from the cave.
They're fed round, white drops,
In order to keep them in order.

These days we sit in cubes staring mindlessly at a bright computer screen
That convinces us we're "working."

These days if you don't drink the Kool-Aid, you'll bring about your own demise.
You'll be driven insane by the truth.

So go ahead.

Swallow the pill.
Or
Go insane.