7.30.2012

sometimes

sometimes the sobs that roll from this chest don't
originate in pain or grief, but rather express the
waves of relief washing over me drowning me
in sweet abandonment, oceans of peace;
and i choose to let go and float along


sometimes just turning up the stereo and letting
myself drown, lost in the mesmerizing beats and
hypnotizing rhythm is all i need to get me over the
mountain that has blacked out my horizon. here i
find the sunrise, the hope, the tomorrow i've been
promised. these notes my buoyancy, my stead.

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