For close to three years I have been disconnected from blogging. One would call it a loss of interest but i call it a conflict . A conflict which should not have been.There is nothing like speaking your heart out through words... I missed you all . Glad to be back!
For my first post since the lapse, Here is one of the few thoughts i wrote out while away. You are allowed to call it a poem if you wish but I call it the RHAPSODY OF THE HEART- by Tasha Frost .....
If it came to it, what would it be?
Comfort is when you see nothing but stability and feel no shift. An okay way to stay stagnant I must say...
When there are little to no alternatives,
When there are minute senses,
When there is absolutely no way in or out of the zone,
The zone.....
A choice I must add.
Being sane .....I mean lets consider all odds. The waves rise and hit hard when least expected. The confusion, the Pain, the uncertainties, the stress of them all poke in the least favorable parts of you. Thoughts running wild, those for which only you can identify. But a choice to stay sane is what it probably should be....
The Pretense to unsee the already seen
To forget the already known,
To erase memories that were then dear,
To Push the extra inch into a mile
or to Live....
What would it be?
~Written by Tasha Frost
