jaybeasley2

the sun chose to

awake me in my time of need

the birds sing

as they loudly play

in the bird bath and

my painting is done but

looking like

all of life is destruction and death but

I do not believe that

is the case if you just

pretend everything is going well and

only this moment counts

when there are so many worries

what good could it be

to be anything else but

when it hurts we seek help

but if there is no time spared

with so much space between and

communication works but

only when it happens then

memories are a dream

we all toil underneath

when the waterfall

stopped it was not fully

ceased it becomes a slow

trickle and as long as

that continued and as if a

plant could be watered just a

bit at the time but was the

strongest living thing in the

room and yet we get to go

from place to place. And pretend

everything is normal as if

the experience of living

as this exact plant could

stripped away all layers

of our own personal experiences

could be removed if they do

not teach us anything and

what could that even mean as

a way of being in tune with

your inner person who

sees and knows you and can

be a ghost to you