Torment
By sivyoci
Why do I search, spin and recycle my thoughts... Let go of that flailing umbrella the mighty wind wants to own. Why do I let it shield, endure and feed my hopes... Yet to follow that tunnel of wind may lead me to possibilities yet unknown. Why do I consume my everything with so much torment... It's a way of life, for now, that I have chosen to live. Why change this feeling and search for the sun... Do so, and it will transform from feelings of hurt into one's that give. Why do I torment...love...torment...love... Dare to look into the wind and the sun with my eyes at the same time. Why to live must I have both feelings of cold and warmth... For in time my grip will lessen, torment will cease, but he in my heart will forever be mine. Written September 25th, 2001 © on Sep 25 2001 03:59 AM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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"Why do I search, spin and recycle my thoughts......"