I'm missing you now, it comes in hot waves.
2 weeks in a cast so far, 3 to go. I miss the songs I used play. everything seems on hold for a moment, when every thing was getting so hot. now, I take a step back, and rue the moments lost. big plans, heart's desire, all of this wasting away. bone throbs, achey joined, restless in it's cuccoon.
yet, this is a magic time, a time between. one cycle ends, in a promise of glory, humbled tragically. another awaits to begin, breath baited on an aftertaste of sweet promise. this much allures me. these thoughts bring me comfort. and for all of those who knew me, as I was and who await me as I shall be, I give thanks.
you are the hearts which give me joy.
to those who saw me struggle, spread my wings and fly; to those who saw me crash and burn, witnessed a pheonix return, bore the spectacle of a metamorphosis. to those who have appreciated and expressed sentiments of support, I am humble in my grattitude to you now. for now my sense of personal greatness lies in hibernation, awaiting to awaken from it's dreamlike slumber. as a phantom wraithe like limb haunts a catacomb of my subconscious, my ghostly songs await to be reincarnated.