Poetic Thoughts

Sitting amongst the living, but feeling no life for what the living speak of is only what one without life would speak. The tone that is used is G-flat for that's a tone without God. The words that they use are of elementary, but without the children. Why is it that I sit amongst the living and feel no life? Why is it that my heart is weary and my mind is misunderstanding this stage of my life? Why is that I believe in what I believe in, but seems that what I believe in doesn't believe in me?

Moments

Visions within time are all that I have. they are all that seem to guide me to that place that I want to be. That place where there is just you and me. A place where my head and my heart are on the same page. A place where the depths of my thoughts are infinity. A place called...Home. "Home is not where you pay rent, home is where you heart is at peace and your mind is at ease"

Bianca's Vineyard