

I am an enigma even to myself
Often I tried to dig for answers
All I managed to do was to bury myself
I was once precious gold, shining ever so brightly
When I began to tarnish instead of wearing jewels
I wrapped myself in canvases and parchments
So that people wouldn't notice me anymore
Soon I realized my voice could no longer be heard
As the sand slowly covered my skin and soul
And I had turned into a most desolate desert
A great wind rose out of nowhere to dig up bones
Followed a scorching sun distant yet blindingly bright
That made me once more impossible to see
Then only I knew that I was still there
Alone and abandoned like yesterday's gods
Then only I knew how much I had cared
Alone and abandoned like yesterday's gods
When all else fails answers seem to come to us later when we are not looking. Even if we are buried under the Saherra desert or some remote unknown desert island. We can bury ourselves very well but the good thing is answers are divine and we can't bury them since they are beyond our reach when they are lost.
How wise those words of yours AmandaMagick and how foolish we are until we come closer to the big picture! Again I salute you my friend.
sometimes I don't realise what I am writing until I read it. In this case it is true. It does make sense though I think.;)
Don't underestimate yourself AmandaMagick you always make a lot of sence and I always appreciate your honest inputs.
It’s like when you search your thoughts only to become lose and as you traveler farther and father you forget what you were searching for in the first place. But did you ever have the feeling you were being watched, only to discover it was you looking at yourself from the inside?
Dear Beherzt we do tend to forget too much unfortunately, you are right about that.That feeling of being watched by oneself is something I no longer have since I've discovered I was too harsh on myself.
At least here we can understand one another. Glade you call you my friend