JHem

The most mundane questions are the ones that have right answers, ones that go nowhere. The most fun questions are ones that have no right answers, ones that make you breathe new life. Would you ask questions to reaffirm that you're right, or would you prefer to ask a question of inquiry as a gateway into the unknown?

What if there's nothing bad about being lost? What if being lost is being honest? Maybe things don't come into acceptance until we become lost. Maybe it's when we lose ourselves that we come into being. A type of becoming. When there is no more me, there is no more other. Like losing yourself in play or another. A being, a becoming of emptiness. Nothing good, nothing bad, just nothing at all; Everything harmful, everything loving, just everything together. Everything with nothing; nothing with everything.

Past wounds healed so easily By words of sweet empathy Time passes by Things change No longer the same Guilty of being insane Contaminated by dis-ease With no one to hear my plead As I fade away Into nothingness Cries so loud My world crumbles In the palm of my hands Screams so silent I've become absent In this dark lament Is there a reason For this breathless agony? Is this my goodbye? So alone Casted aside In a dark corner Of my mind Wishing to reunite With the love of my heart But all that's felt is the dark As I'm held by this cold night I've fallen from heaven Losing my place My home Neglecting love becomes torture Disgrace takes away its nectar What was once therapeutic Decays into poison A wilted souls whimper for attention

Sometimes It's hard to believe That it's worth drawing another breath It's hard To remember That pain is all around And it's okay To not want to be here Anymore It's okay To be with pain Of being alone When the screams are loud But silent In the absence of being heard When the tears Form a river Or dry It's okay to feel emptied Of being Dead Just hold out your heart For it to be held So you know Love is here It's okay To be afraid To want to leave Love is here, with you Be gentle with yourself Hold yourself near, dearest Look yourself in the eye and see Love is here, with you, sweetie