23.7.10

Romanticism and PTSD

This is one small ever-encompassing
journey of pure discovery
and the absolute wonder of the world
has not even begun to begin enthralling me
beyond any sort of rational approach
there lingers a deep and bottomless
abyss of indescribable beauty
that holds me softly in it's grasp
and begs me to take a single breath
and to take a single breath again
and to take a single breath again
until I am overcome with life and the encroaching tragedy
of loosing the youth that is wonder
and the ever-present knowledge
that love of beauty is not innate.