In Fleeting Moments Of Beauty

In fleeting moments of beauty

will you think of me?

If there was one image

to come to mind

when my name is murmured in kind

ringing ears

interjecting thoughts

what would it be?

I remember the feeling of camaraderie like an intoxicating wine and now I find myself dreading small moments of casual interacting. Is it because Im no longer masking?

There is the world, reality, and me.

I only wish to not drown in this intrepid battle of gaining perspective.

How can I accept who I am, when I want to abandon all that made me to be?

Unable to let go yet it hurts being too close.

“Solitude is dangerous. It’s very addictive. It becomes a habit after you realize how peaceful and calm it is. It’s like you don’t want to deal with people anymore because they drain your energy.”

— Jim Carrey