Things that come and go with a fluid flow,
never waiting for nothing,
never knowing when to stop.
Mind spins around infinitely,
Absorbing all sights and sounds.
When would there be a pause,
Golden and strong.
Knowledge that strength would be all you need,
Feeling that you've died and would never come back.
A pause would be good.
Momentarily, just a quick one.
To gather, to hold, to acknowledge.
A halted stop.


-We need to renew our faith, or we are but lost to no other than ourselves-