I woke up this morning and I was just lying down on my bed for about thirty minutes just admitting the glow in the dark stars that were no longer glowing. My eyes wondered to my journal and pen near my bedside table and I began to write after I had admired a giant fern tree right outside my bedroom window. I love writing when I first wake up in the morning; it gives me a sense of direction to start off my day. Although I still feel lost sometimes, I’m trying to find what makes me happy now. I never have thought of myself as being a selfish person, but sometimes one needs to be to achieve happiness. I’m going to patch up all my tears and sow it with my thread of progression. Today I am going to the art museum to check out the new exhibitions because that always makes me happy. There’s just something about an art museum that just sparks up my imagination. : Usage:
The roots from within
Taking over
Covering one's skin
The protection: Thin
Repeated constant motions
Intertwined by lining
Burning through my life
The ultimate designing
No directions
No sign
The feeling of drowsiness abides
Defeating time
Interiorly evolving
Retrospectively solving: Life
Inquiring what has happened
Feelings that have lasted
The powers we withhold
The lining: laced with gold
Strange occurrences
Searching for what is destined
For what have we become?
A convenience in use
The lining: thin
Tearing away day by day
No longer a covering over my skin
I’m tainted
The protection: no more
The feeling: Used
My efforts are useless
For there’s nothing I can do
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