Sleep Awake

Sleep awake. Awake sleep; focusing on what is not present, yet feels permanent. Finding myself enamoured by ongoing curiosity, questions, and anticipation of what once occurred, but has been agreed upon to happen, never again. What is this feeling that overwhelmes me? Feels foreign, different, surreal. The constant pressure in my spirit that has me feeling some kind of way. Uncertain. Unclear. Confused. Bewildered. Stagnant. My past pulls forward and my present returns back to from which it came. I find myself hoping it stays. Yet, concerned about its presence simultaneously. Stuck. Free. Burdened. I creep with hope that things will work together for the best outcome. Confident in past experiences that have proven the possibility of success. Wondering if the changed me might mitigate against it, at the same time. Shackled by choices made previously, humbled by my predisposition to failure. I err without caution. I leap without constraint. I embrace the air. I drown; consumed by dreams of nurtured hopes, shattered symbols, and muted expression

STOP

Awake