4/13/19

I think upon the subject of importance.
As if I could really stop this unseen force pulling me in closer.
If only I took the time to reward my forbearace, would my breathing become any easier?

I could take my self away, to the foothills of the Andes, only to sink lower into longing.
I'd wash ashore onto some beach and only think to myself "Perhaps this shall lead me to my home!" Only watch the sun continuously set on my time.
Yet to hold onto this feeling.
Even as gently as I can.
Perhaps someday it shall bring a peace in which for now, I simply can't comprehend.