positivity+realism

tiny grains of
realizations wash over me
up to the ends of
my fingertips
as i grasp
and hold
and try to catch
every single detail
they slip right through
the gaps
now as i look around
they start to shine and sparkle
where i stood
waiting and watching
to what move i might do
i scoop the tiny things
gingerly now
and keep them safely
in my hands

realizations

I think I still haven’t figured out what I really want to be. There’s this long list of what I want to do but there are also things that hinder me from doing any of it.

I haven’t made a sensible realization so far. I think some of my realizations are just forced out or made up just to fit for a realization. I wonder what I’ll need to go through just to grab that thought that will set things straight. It makes me confused.

Right now, I’m stuck with searching for it. I will search for it. Even if it means doing almost anything on my list.