Note to self: Peace is only as elusive as your ability to make a decision…when you take a decision, you take back the power you gave up when you became a victim.
Cynically Jaded
If the inevitability of death merely heralds the inevitability of eternity, then I must ask myself, “What do I want from eternity?”
More than happiness,
more than comfort,
I want peace.
Not peace in knowing that I have everything I need,
or everything I want,
but peace in not needing anything or wanting anything…
no contention, no yearning, no expectations.
Just the absence of clutter,
the absence of noise,
the absence of unfulfilled expectations,
and more than anything, the absence of needing to trust.
Instead, the presence of silence without a need to break it.
No needs, no wants, no desires, no anything,
just…peace.
Day light gently tugs me while I sleep and I curl myself a little tighter, hanging off the hems of a dream. It’s only been three hours since my lids gave up on me, but I feel her rising and flirting against my skin, warm kisses on my wrists and fingertips. She’s banished the shadows in my room and conjured a melody of birds by my window. She whispers promises in my ear and I pull my covers over my head and sink into an artificial night.
Leave me here.