These Nights

These nights, these nights, these hazy nights

Eyes wide open, mind unclear

These days, these days, these days

Things just dont feel right

Eyes wide open, heart unsure

I’ve been here before

I can’t say I dont know

I’ve walked down these roads before

Sat through the same show

I know how it all ends

I know just how this going to go

You see, the map has changed, the terrains will shift, the weather won’t be the same anymore

But there will be a new path to follow

Because with change, comes healing.

– For the minds that continue to race into the depths of the night

A Note

A note to the writers and dreamers

Someday, you and I will be running along beaches with the night breeze running through our hair. Someday, we will be lying carefree in chaise lounges with the soft touch of the sun in our face

Someday, we will be sitting by rivers and reading our books; without a care of what is to come or what is to be done. Someday, the smell of rain, of spring and of summer, will fill our hearts and we will be content

Someday, someday very soon, the tide will turn and the world will be ours again

Decisions

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Since young, I have been told to make the “right decisions”. And for the longest time, I have done just that. I would put my needs second to anybody else because that was the right thing to do. I would not argue with my parents because it was the right thing to do. I forced myself not to hold grudges because it was the right thing to do.

But there is a huge problem with making the right decision. The right decision is an arbitrary aggregate of the decisions of a group of individuals. What is considered right changes with our society, our culture, our religion and the company we keep. Making decisions based on what is right is essentially comparing it to the decisions of tons of other individuals and seeing if it matches. Why should we have to do that? Why should anybody else’s decision determine yours?

The only decision you should be focusing on is your own. If you had to make your decision, do it based on what feels good to you.

I have left

You’ll find me in the pockets of time

Where you shared my laughs

And you shared my smiles

You’ll find me in the park

Under the shade of the oak tree

Calmed by the shadows in the dark

You’ll find me in the pages of books

A paper clip to mark a page

A folded page to mark a book

You’ll find me in the wisps of stories

and the incomplete poems you read

You will find me

But right now, you need to know

I have left.