musings

I reach out to myself with a hopeful heart

And speak kindly to my soul

For comfort I gently touch my cheek

To know this is my human state does not satisfy my heart

I reach out, my hand to you,

By extension my soul to you plus infinity

I a living thing expressing versions of my reality to an empty space

I am my empty space

Cloaked in common questions

Whose life am I living and did I make it so?

If spirits are boundless, why then does mine not soar?

Is there a question, was there a deed?

Is this the path, why does it matter?

Every fiber