Submissions by Str8concentr8

Forgiving attitudes fill the air with their pity,
sending apologies into depths of unending prayer.

No one ever means to hurt, it just happens, because
people don't think before they open their mouths to
speak.

Whatever the quest might be, it will always involve
self and have no room for others, being selfishness
itself.

Standing at the doorway to the rest of life, looking
ahead, seeing it as just one big apology, forgiveness
waiting at it's end.

Waiting in the time before slumber arrives, our minds try to
make us think we're tired.

Filling it with thoughts of sleep, trying to make us feel that
our eyes are closing.

It not being quite true, looking around the room, noticing the
nodding of our head as it tries to lie down upon our arm as
it's pillow.

Dancing shadows throw their images upon the walls of our mind
inside, glaring out upon all who say that sleep is blind.

How can it be, when all dreams are sublime and kept hidden away
in drawers of nighttime play?

Daring...