Enigma

Silently observing the advancements within each individual’s process while never finding a leg to stand on becomes the continual retraction from a paralyzed state of being

It’s as though you’re in a dream sequence sprinting through tar filled fields but never gaining an inch

What’s holding you hostage, keeping you a prisoner and slave to your own freedom though locked within these four walls?

Living through those we love can become our only ways of shifting perspective and deflecting thoughts that should be directed as a singular bias

But we get lost and lose the inner depths we need for personal growth and find the same wheels spinning at the same time and the same place year after year

Until you let go of that nervous anxiety ridden grip that finds its self along your collar bone hovering your throat

You’ll always feel like you’re suffocating

You’ll always feel like you’re battling an endless war within those tar filled fields continuously losing and digging yourself in deeper more enigmatic ruts

Though the puzzle of life leaves it’s pieces for us to discover and place in a unison like sequence

Our eyes will always be blind to positive reinforcement if we don’t find the means to misdirect those components where we find ourselves slugging through the swamps one stagnant step at a time

_MikeCasavant

07–10–2016