“I never liked the middle ground-the most boring place in the world.”
Louise Berliawsky Nevelson
I have fallen in love with the middle ground
my soul paid the price,
not by choice, I must say
the pressure of just being.
I reckon, I have heard someone say “the middle is the best.“
The safest, at-least
What a coward I have become,
twisting the definition of brave to liberate myself.
Hoping some positives comes from this chaos,
thank God for small miracles, and move on.
Some people have it worse, I hear
So, be thankful for the middle ground.
Ahh, damn it
damn it all to hell, am taking that step
Am holding a banner for me,
its upside down, but look past that
as i peacefully wait to be pulled swiftly,
right into the dissonance.
Took a picture of my city
I know you found me
I know you love me
And as the seasons cultivates patients,
If you are not done working
am not done waiting
and while am waiting
am not waiting
As heaven lives in me
One and the Other
When men stop believing in God, it isn’t that they then believe in nothing: they believe in everything.
UMBERTO ECO, Foucault’s Pendulum
There is one and the other,
but the one is the other.
It is known that the one created
Hence, the other is part of the one.
Yet, there are tales of believes in the one
but not the other.
In fact, the believe in the one is stronger
than the believe in the other.
It is best to know that there is the other in everyone of us,
but the one keeps us from the other.
Knowing the one and the other, brings understanding to chaos.
Ever felt at peace right in the middle of chaos? like feeling some sort of calmness or out-of-body experience while a group of people argue around you? I have and I gotta tell ya, its glorious!
Took a short flight recently, and the turbulence was very persistence. I was getting really scared and i though to myself….”If this plane is gonna plunge, might as well not hear it happen”, so i said a quick prayer, plugged my headphones in with the volume at its peak. I closed my eyes and listened to “Sweet Nothing by Florence & machine ft Calvin Harris” while I awaited my impending death. I could feel the non-ending shaking of the plane, but my head space was stellar! The mixture of fear and peace was such a glorious nuance even if it was in the mist of chaos.
btw so happy to be writing again!
“A different set of eyes never sees the same picture.”
You can’t see clearly if you don’t stop crying.
It’s 2:00am, and am still up,
happens most times, so am not surprised.
It getting more frequent, and am getting worried!
every time I close my eyes, I play the same scene
over and over.
The weird part of this mess,
It hasn’t happened yet.
I don’t know how to stop it, I don’t know this people.
Am I to blame for this disaster to come, I wonder.
Oxygen reminds me of what’s to come.
Woke up, took a shower.
Dressed up, pampered the object of attraction.
Today is the day, am going to do it!
Reflection in the mirror looks good, deceiving, but let’s ignore it.
Made breakfast, had breakfast.
alright, this is it. I am strong!
They are just words, nothing else to them.
Hands on knob, open door
Stand and stare for a while,
thinking, how the mind works in magical ways.