The Moment

I have always believed in the power of the everyday joy. In the feeling of air passing through your lungs and leaves of grass criss-curling through your fingers...for the whole of my life I have been chasing these everyday joys. Living from sensation to sensation. I need to start challenging my potential.

transform the me

A very very close friend of mine has opened my eyes recently.

I have not thought things out the way I need to...

there is not enough time in this life for me to do everything I want to.

The time for wasting minutes is over.

I have to jump in...

no regrets.

Feeling

apprehension, mixed with a desire,

longing...in the pit of me.

things are about to change.

you can sense it,

smell it on the winds of time.

I am standing as a pilgrim

on the edge of a precipice

looking down and

up and

all around me.

change is coming

on the winds of time.

we will never be able to go back

Looks

Downward glances at my shoes,

my curly hair, my unmade face.

Am I ugly to you because I defy the norm?

Am I the hypocrite because I hate you for adhering to it?

I ask for your understanding,

yet I have lost the capacity to see logic in your words.

I know I am stronger.

I defy you to look at me that way again.

Backseat Fog

Hear it crackle let it burn

pass it round, take a turn

first it's there, then it's gone

fresh cut grass on your lawn

now you see it

now you don't

the magic could,

but it won't.

-poem by Sam Mann