::abstract::

Maybe it has meaning.

Maybe it doesn’t.

That doesn’t stop it from being fascinating.



::illusion::

This apparition finds my thoughts so quickly.

And there are so many masks in front of me.


::upward::

Onward.

Maybe hope is closer than we thought.

But be ready for an illusion.


::blessed::

Despite the struggles.

I am lavishly blessed.

All because an infant came to save the world.

Merry Christmas.

Rejoice.

And peace be with you.


::insight::

There’s a glow inside.

But I’m scared of the thoughts which lie within.

 


::in between::

There are chills outside.

& warmth inside.

We’re trapped in both worlds.


::shivering::

I’m worried that…

…I won’t be around.
…I won’t be strong.
…I won’t be enough.