Scraps of thought
Off on tangent thinking avoiding stuff
And I read:
"The space between stars is not empty"
It's beautiful and despite knowing we're talking dust clouds it just feels important
Like the space between thoughts, the space between people, the space between life and death, the spaces filled with longing, confusion, desperation and despair
I'm in a "don't know what to do with myself" mood
I'll take that mood to a yoga class and see if that nudges it away
I know exactly why
But I don't want to address it
I want to be distracted
I'd throw myself in almost anything right now
But the gym app on my phone suited my laziness and need for no consequences
The space between doing nothing and something
The space between knowing how it all ends up and it ending
The closer we get the less beautiful it is
Just clouds of dust, obscuring the view
Until we and everything we glanced at disappear
Into a meaningless memory our energy was preoccupied with
I don't know what to pass on
With this relay I'm in of creation
There is a push/pull for emotion
Yet need for self preservation
Existence so full of spaces
Mysteries plague of causation
Will how I spend my time
Be considered in my damnation
I certainly know enough
To link back to my formation
But does that dispel my sin
Forget it, I'm also lost in translation
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2024
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