A Writers Tale

Blown Away Like the ocean breeze brushes past my face, My inspiration seems to float away. I stand upon this cliff edge, gazing out at the brilliant turquoise ocean before me, And I gasp at the magnitude of it all, I face the wonder of it all, And yet here I stand, in a state of anxiety… A state of overwhelm at the future of the all in my hands, The gift of entirety, is entirely too much, Or yet it seems it at this moment. I’m listening to the oceans heart beat and the sounds of the tides rolling in, Minute by minute, Hour by hour, I stand frozen by the effects of time and the sounds of every consecutive wave echoes on in my mind for what feels like an eternity, I guess an eternity of being one with the sea can only provide me with the soothing, healing purity of the most sterile and the most awe-inspiring oceans cold, Where the sea creatures which dwell at the depths of such, are beyond our understanding of what conditions are required for ...

Oh I wish I wish, I wish I could stop, Believing in what I'm not, I wish I could stay secure in my mind But I'm not as strong as I make myself out to be I'm weak, and deluded and wish I could just be free The truth of this society It hurts me, it makes me bleed intermittently I wish for more and then I know its worthless Because ultimately I feel worthless. But I don't always feel this way, The majority of time I'm upbeat and unafraid But then these moments come around, where everything is too much, everything is overwhelming, the noises of cupboard doors crashing, the sounds of people coughing and sneezing, the buzz of electricity through the house, I could hear a pin drop and I would surely yelp. I begin to ache for some sort of freedom, to be cleansed from the world that I live in. Everything is too much, I feel it deep inside. This is life's emotional roller coaster ride. People with their high energy vibrations of annoyance and fear, I'm...