Still

Sunday mornings for me have always been that day to meditate over music and coffee. These days, given the certain state of 2020, I more frequently am able to have more of these days, but the do not bare the same effect, as Sundays.

I lie wide awake before the sun has rotated enough to shine light, on the morning. I am mostly lost, in the abyss, of the assembly line of thoughts being produced by the conscious mind.

These are the moments I am usually telling myself to put this shit down on paper and ignoring the request, just as quickly. This Sunday is different because I’m lost, in my IMAGINATION.

The lyrics are meant to be heard

in these moments of silence

Bringing the sense of comfort

long overdue

I am listening this time

not interrupting

I hear the feeling

not through my ears

The pen hitting the paper

giving advice

My mind clear and open

without the worry

The bee keeper feeling the vibration of the bee

The silence golden

Published by TheBeeKeeper

I’m currently on some type of spiritual journey to find and heal myself, in order to operate at my highest and start living my dreams. I am writing this blog through my perspective my own life and mental health. I hope to influence in a way, that someone can relate and hopefully take off some of the emotional burdens we all face.

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