It takes time…

From the fingertips it slips. Oh the memory in the confusion that clarifies truths. As life continues on without the fulfillment drained into an empty feel. Learning of worth in what is real. In a moment having the desires alive that defines sacred use. Simply calling a truce. As the release helps self evolve. Finding in time somewhere along the lines of where in the fuck is there a place where faces don’t come n go through the door as it revolves. Changing the hearts willingness to luv. Pulling away from the thought. Life tends to keep on until the vague belief is hard to see. Stagnant in a pause at some point to open palms as calm as the soothe of freedom can be. Retracting back into the world before life loses time like it did some time ago. To transition beyond what emotion wanted the most. To realize contents was not earned so premature must be left alone. Just to see faces appear in daydreams of those who didn’t know where self was within. It’ll  seem like different lives are conflicting with one after another as years fade from the grace of grins. Believing truths are so far outta reach. But it’s just a phase one hasta fight through to awaken to a morning coming from dreams. Quietly just wanting someone to lean on before the ache concurs the meaning of me no longer in danger. Remembering the sweetest sensation drift like a stranger. Back to what was a prior version now better off to regain the greatest joy. N then one day the wall falls n life awakens again ready to deploy. With a smile that doesn’t hide hidden clings to what no longer exists. When it’s all over self will be the only who was truly missed…