Roundabouts & Swings

Guten Tag,

My life seems to be going round in endless circles, my mood swinging up and down forever more - like the child who draws my life out for me has finally discovered how to use a pair of compasses, or is spending their entire Sunday playing on swings and roundabouts. Everything goes on, and on, and on, the same thing everyday. Snow, rain, hail, school, dog walk, trip to town, walk to beach, then here we go again. Yet this blog seems to sustain not my sanity but my patience. Pouring out my heart so I can take more tirelessly from the sea of life. Nothing can ever sustain my sanity - mainly because I don't have any of it. Yet I have lived so long that a mask has been painted over my emotions, and how do I make sure it stays? Through this blog, art, music and words. I suppose you can guess what happened today: frosty weather, school and a dog walk. Chicken Casserole and Jacket Potato for dinner. You know, snow used to be really rare, but since I started this blog its been as common as the Sun I see in the sky. I swear that when I have control over my life I shall make it as interesting as possible.

Lady Solacia x

I Dream No More

I see a moon over sea,

I see fresh snow over gravel,

I see dust on the sill,

I see cobwebs on the ceiling.

I see answers in work books,

I see ticks and crosses alike,

I see time pass behind,

I see fear through the mirror.

This is not depression,

Loss of sanity - already insane,

This is not tears on the pillow,

I have no tears to cry.

I hear seagulls a-calling,

I hear children scream,

I hear the tide reach in,

I hear fires crackle.

I hear water drip,

I hear babies cry,

I hear geese making noise,

I hear hail against the window.

This is maybe a funeral,

Yet there have been births,

This maybe a party,

Yet there has been no karaoke.

I smell salty sea air,

I smell fresh cut grass,

I smell sweeter lemons,

I smell long warm milk.

I smell thicker honey,

I smell melting chocolate,

I smell new-baked muffins,

I smell dying dust.

I dream no more:

Can you see me?

I dream no more:

Can you hear me?

I dream no more:

Can you smell me me?

I dream no more:

'Cause life is a nightmare.