Fragmented Feelings

Fragmented feelings collected from strewn thoughts
Gravitate towards patterns of behaviors forgot

For each breath taken, another is lost—passed time spent loving—two souls interlocked

Justify tragedy, consider the reasons, behold and bear witness to your hearts aimless grieving

Logical notions of how, when, and why can serve to function your thinking mind. The one which forms words as it does right now, the one who makes narratives from chaos and sound.

Forgo neglecting a position of truth, pursue a meaning you derive from your youth. Yet hold fast to know that which you can’t understand—admit to your limits and submit when you can

Curious thoughts will throw you so far but there’s a finite time to gaze out into the stars. Each season of time, each passing day, consider the purpose of your sentient brain.

What is the best thing for me to do now? A question whose answer is seldomly found. Yet ask it and wait in silence: be still. For a feeling may come to urge your own will

To cry, to write, to sing music or to play, to work with your hands or walk around all day. Relish in silence, consider your meaning, you may be called to speak much more freely.

The more you may do it the more you may see: each human is called to be social beings. So how then to serve these souls around? Must you fix yourself before you can help?

Or can you go now, what can you do? Provide them with thoughts personal to you? Show them your drawings? Show them yourself? Remind them they’re not alone on this planet we share? This is my purpose, my contribution to you, I exist to serve and to give back to you.

Much love.