Authored: January 11, 2024

As I slide into middle age,
A sense of wisdom overcomes me
Social media is the embodiment of artificial loneliness
One must finally awake from a timeless charm
The end of a small sanctuary.

Awaken to a reality,
The dream was the nightmare
This world is failing
In my restlessness,
I close my eyes
And I see the missed reality.

All those years, I hid
All those times, missed chances
The reality was always this.

Fading off into the shades where I was born.
It was just a little message I delivered; no need to mourn.

I feel a gust taking me and it’s taking me to the origin of it all.
A tear that drops from your eyes is a hopeless aching call.

In silence I dissolve into parts as small as dust.
I wane and I wane till it’s over at last.

Left behind with a sense of grieve,
a sentence of disbelieve stammers through your lips,
as a kiss of a breath touches your skin for a fade moment,
encompassed by a feeling of eternal love,
solaced in a cloud of golden.

You seize the pleasure while it lasts
and now you’re focused on the presence.
Always – remembering – accompanied by the essence
of a soul that loved you motherly
moving forward
heading toward new discoveries.