Slue

Your inner being is a marvel, radiating warmth to all around, To others you are so much and more and yet you feel you're worth so little. I see the way you can make so much noise, without ever actually making a sound, A soul as sweet as yours does not deserve to be so brittle. Be not with such harsh judgement, you have done nothing wrong, You will see your true value soon enough, I do not doubt that day will arrive, Looking at me with your mystifying eyes, they sing to me a song, Helping you to realise your own potential is something for which I strive. In a sea of the identical, you shine your individual light so brightly, The illum

The inspiration I gather from you brings life to me, When you are around I feel whole and energised. No matter what we were doing, when it was just you and I, I felt so complete and happier than you ever realised. Without you I am nothing, I feel so incomplete, With you I am me, alone I have no function. But maybe that was not why you were given to me, Maybe your passing is what has led me to this junction. I can be, or I can not. The choice now lies with I, To end the agony would be too simple; to end it would be conceding. Perhaps the option itself is what boggles me the most, To live, to die the choice is mine, but discovering w

A weightless mass, devoid of what should be. As surely as the leaves do fall in autumn, So too does everyone need nourishment. The degree to which it is provided varies greatly so. The means are available and yet the lust is just not there, Ill mind and body, not wanting to attempt the action, Backwards I stay, avoiding such necessity. I need it, the laws of nature designate it as such, And yet, I don't want it. I consume, but rarely do I crave, I crave the desire itself. I need to learn how again, Underweight yet physically healthy, Physically healthy and yet not. Such defined normalcy comes and goes, I have what I need to, yea

Picnic Birds chirping, rugs laid, foundations for a good day unfold, Anticipation of food and sun, frivolity and bliss. Outdoor surroundings inspiring imaginations all around, Fun brought back to my mind, until now all but lost. Rambling, raving, roaring and ranting, Fun with folk you fancy around you, Without point, without fail, Occurring for fun, simply profound. Picnics bring my child out, my child brings out picnics, In touch with both, always mutual, cannot last apart. I wish for many additional occasions such as this, now missing from my mind, Bring back my child, again I wish to play, What good is adulthood if it withdraw