Peeling away
The finite layers
Built over the years
Seeking, searching
For the core
The original centre
But what happens
If after the layers
There is nothing
Absorbed, or faded
Just gone

Time is a concept;
Measured in seconds,
Minutes, hours, days -
Can seem like forever.
Carved out in stone?
All relative it seems.
A year or a decade
Can pass with a breath.
Right time, wrong time,
In time, or out of it -
We count out our lives
By well rounded intervals.
Then one day we see
That in everything
Perfection can be found
In the timing

Fuzzy…
Eyes struggle open
Swallowing is difficult
Pain thru my head
Feels like a block
Air trickles in
Even slower out
… Sick

Going around in a circle,
A natural direction

Taking a step forward?
Or a lack of movement?

Is it simply a return
To a place visited before?

Perhaps it is new now -
Because of the journey

The sound of silence
Fills the void inside,
A swollen emptiness
Without a song.

My heart stirs slowly
Searching for the beat;
The silence continues
Without a song.

Longing for the music
To reach my soul’s depth.
No melody. No love.
Without a song

Together they rise each morning
Inextricably joined as one
Shaking off the images of night
They seek to start the day anew

Different they are one from the next
One rational, one emotional
Yet their futures are intertwined
Each essential to the other

Today the past is behind us
Time to move on says one
The other replies it’s too hard
Too many good memories

Each desires to follow its nature
Only to hurt the other
And so the battle continues
A conflict of mind and heart

From a word, a touch
A flash of recall
Reminders of nothing
A false sense

A familiar moment
Like never before
Not even a single trace
Erased truths

A time long removed
Brought right back
Past becomes present
All way too real

The faces and names
We once knew so well
Are now blurred and faded
From lack of use

Years have passed since
But still we can share
The memories of a time
Now long gone

So let us venture now
Down this abandoned path
And maybe we will find
New friends there

To laugh is to risk seeming foolish.
To cry is to risk seeming sentimental.
To go towards someone is to risk involvement.
To expose one’s feelings is to risk exposing one’s deepest self.
To present one’s ideas, one’s dreams to the crowd is to risk losing them.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To hope is to risk losing hope. 
To try is to risk failing.
But one must take risks because the greatest danger in life is to risk nothing at all. 
He who risks nothing has nothing, is nothing.
He can avoid suffering and sadness but learns nothing, feels nothing, cannot change nor develop, can neither love nor live.
Chained by his certainty, he becomes a slave, he abandons his freedom.
Only those who risk are free.

- Translated from French, Aunthor unknown

A deep breath helps
Clearing the head
Making way for thought

A tentative step
Across society’s lines
Creates such inner tension

The deed is done
Joyously enjoyed by all
Could this really be so wrong?