Age withers me like dry leaves. My life bleeds out in rivulets. I sit here in a churning cesspool of all the things I left undone. I feel myself caught in the undertow, draining, drowning, disappearing into the stream of fading away. Share this:TweetEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related
4 thoughts on “Life Ebbs (Photo prompt #6)”
Life, refracted, reduced…renewed. Light and life and the earths kindness, a season and then the slow decline to rebirth.
It is hard to describe the feelings that ebb and flow over our lives. Within an instant, they can be gone, or still be a throbbing pain for years and years. I guess it depends on how much thought we put into i.
Those are beautiful words and thoughts. I am usually just swimming in mud.