Inner angst in darkness.
Feeling disconnected though souls pass by during daily movements.
Yet not even conversing verbalizations fill the void in the twilight.
Slumber appears to be forbidden as inner turmoil swirls in the recesses of the mind.
Contemplation of all unspoken words and those released carelessly without forethought.
Will tomorrow bring with it connection, hope and inspiration?
Sometimes in the midst of the battle for purpose and attainment of inner desires does the struggle seem over whelming.
I say unto you do not look to the past for surrender, guilt or torture.
Nay, but find insight into a new path where none seems possible.
Settle not for repetition of sameness but like a farmer in a field, sickle away the thistle to blaze a path to possibility.