Aren't we all onions in many ways?
Layers,
fill the blanks of our awareness.
Peeling it uncovers more truths,
beneath a truth known.
Much like going into an unknown;
familiar yet foreign,
at any given moment.
From the look of things,
the mass and form are constantly reduced,
with every break down.
Through it all,
it is still that same old self,
just simplified.
Life,
does not wear you thin.
It simply,
is within.
There is something in the waters; faking blue but vast. As deep it gets, the deeper we could go. Danger in depths, risks away from certainties. It is a bet from comforts; a token spent, with wishes of
Oh save me. From the need to; take a second recall... feel a second rest... and receive a second report. But, isn't it what I am told? And I am just living with that. Like an apple going than growing,
I am touching my skin- an intimate gesture. They are one; feeling my chest is feeling my hands. It's a wraparound embrace. Have you seen a forest? It's so dense, with greens and wood. They may look d