Eskimo

Out.

On feeling inadequate

I'm not quite broken, but there's a crack. It's like being lost at sea.

Out.

Moment

I remember my thoughts
distant and clear;
Of what was to be,
come and past and left behind.
So too wil be
my thoughts and futures,
come and past and left behind.

For what is a day,
a rising and a setting;
A break between
slumber and wake.
Fleeting moments,
unremarkable and gone,
sitting between slumber and wake.

But you are different,
constant and faithful.
In the moment you are.
Always, you are.

Out.

Ps. Movember starts today :D