Dark Matter

We all have different voices in our heads, like the lover, the practical one, the empathetic one, and the playful one. Sometimes, to get a grip on things and look at things from a detached perspective, I talk to my practical side, a.k.a. the third person.   Here's a poem I wrote for this voice: ****** I carefully save that cash for future, one that seams so bleak.  I fight with my thoughts—should I just be enjoying the present, or continue saving?  Past regrets being my continuous reminders Screaming of all the impulsive decisions I took in shivers I find myself standing with one leg in the future, and one leg in the past,  all the while drowning continuously in present's vast. In these moments of internal chaos, strain & hassle compose. So, I stop and take a step back  Ask myself—what is causing that knack. I realize.. nothing. NOT A FREAKING THING. Putting things in perspective is what I lack. Talking to myself as a third person helps a lot. Most times it'...

  I  Just  Adore the Winter  Sun .   I can't quite put my finger on it, but maybe it's the sensation of warmth on crisp days or the way it snaps me into the present moment.   Either way , here's a  little poem  inspired by that feeling ♡                                                     The winter sun , a beacon of light Shining bright amidst the cold A reminder that even in the darkest of nights Life still finds a way to unfold Its warmth penetrates the chill And melts away my doubts I am reminded to live in the present And let go of past and future thoughts I stop and take a moment to enjoy The soft warmth upon my skin And let my worries fade away As I let the moment sink in The winter sun , a symbol of hope A reminder that in the darkest of days There is still light to guide us forward And hope to light our wa...