brokenbeast

We sit around and stare in to space, letting go of all those things that hold us back yet we seem to be forced to the spot. what is calling us to this moment? What is it that is causing us to wonder and pry into what has happened instead of where we are going? is some one calling us to remember why we wanted to leave? is some one wanting us to wallow with them in their own pity and remorse? why cant we just go instead of stay? cause the cog is broken and our clock is unmoved . We need to fix these shambled pieces, our fragments scattered across the floor, so we may see the clock move once more. to feel the time move on forward to the new dawn to the new fire of passion and delight, to the new wonder of glory to be found in the summer filled adventures. To no longer be broken is what we strive for, to mend what is broken, to cut out that which causes the hell to relight.