My Musings

yellow morning inching slowly biting cloudless tears pledged desire ends all comfort waiting wary days

see where last you parted offered strength by night smile tomorrow weep yesterday you're slowly I miss you quickly end my tears with you

common aching quickly yesterday's lonely hands changed as found you talked and night felt parted gone daybreak filled of you

Still awake for nothing and anything. Sight seems beyond touch of the moon. Elsewhere stars break the clouds' strife.

Why is the life too short? Well, maybe it's not. Maybe the things in life are too long. The pain of holding grudges and rending friendships is too long. Lying to yourself and others takes too long to fix. Chasing your nightmare because it's "right" wastes way too much time. The inaction that fear produces takes too long to overcome. So life isn't too short; it's plenty long, but so are the stupid things we waste our time on.