Worry about nothing, care about most things, leave the rest behind~NJM~Quotes.
I’m in the grey…….
Grey Chasm swallows
I’m in the grey it’s where I’ll stay for now
I will not attempt to move quickly
Nor will I be rushed
Do I fascinate?
Do I invoke fear? Hate?
Am I your guilty pleasure…
Is there no distance yet to measure?
I’ll create my walls
Build my tower strong
Brick by brick no matter how long
Exterior crusted over with
Innuendos and regret
I’m in the grey
I will not be pulled away
In this Chasm I will stay
Until I decide, until that day
You can not reach me… There is no definitive here
No truth or lie
If I want to stay until I die
It’s then a matter of choice
The beauty of my grey instilled in me a voice
Slowly it drips…..spill forth from my lips
Turning my words to black and white
Finally to distinguish which is wrong and which is right
But I shall not take flight oh no, I will move slowly with precision
At the end of the day it’s my decision
For now I’m in the grey area
Safely in my tower, walls erected
While my thoughts become collective
In the grey
I will be the one in the corner
Trying to not be seen
I will be the one speaking
Yet not being heard
I will be the one smiling
Yet hiding my true feelings.
I will be the one loving
Yet without understanding
I will be the one keeping my distance
Yet fearful of disconnection
I will be the one searching
Yet never to be found
I will be the one understanding
Yet never understood
I will be forever dreaming, forever hoping, praying
Yet judging it all
I will be the one fighting my cause
Yet struggling to maintain
I will be the one to determine
Yet what I will be~
What I am what I am not
Emotional harm, Physical waste
Uneasy feeling bitter taste
Fastidious fear cry your last tear
Presence so stifling
Breeding your strife
Sucking up the last bit of my life
Mangled, tangled, fingers strangled
You hang from a rope
Its all the same
It hurts this scar
Covering the body
Obscene utterance on tongues tip
All will come to know
Is it Friend or Foe?
Relief or Thief
Or just belief~
And so it was, this day
Unlike the other, I wake to find
The fowl stench of my mind
Stale and putrid
This place is familiar
A swamp of murky water
Thoughts are draped like Spanish moss suffocating an Oak tree
It Takes hold clutching my thriving soul
Pulling me , pressing
Sinking further, downward
Acutely aware of my condition
But gambling with my life
I throw the dice
Lacking all conviction
Unable to achieve the desired outcome
I will awake between this world
Hinged on each realm
by only one dimension
It’s cold, veiny hand
Will caress my brow
While quietly I resign
Only to awaken yet again
To this polluted state of mind.
~You point out all the reasons to not be depressed. I see clearly the things you so readily direct my attention to.
What you can not see is for all the positives you see, there are negatives waiting to consume the positives you point out to me.
Awaiting the circumstance to sneak my way in, and you’ll question the link of genetics again. But regardless you will not win, and I’ll not give a clue, because its to easy to get within you.
Invisibility to me can not be acquired , nor obtained. The seeds are well planted and I’ll make you feel that all is for granted.
I prefer to romance you, woo as you will. Tinker and tangle the web I can weave, and the beauty of all, is I’ll never leave. Not for long at least, but when I’m away, you might enjoy life for more than a day.~