getting lost in things we love to do.. even if it's not writing out our feeling
And All That Rises, Rise In Due Degree
I don't know If I’m having a feeling
I don't show emotions anymore:
Or I am dreaming, while I am awake?
Is my mind exploring my feelings?
While seeking happiness in this 18 degree weather?
Baking this melodrama cake,
Pounding away my headache whipping,
beating away at the lumps,
aiming for a smoother texture,
Eggs, butter, flour, sugar and raisins merging:
Raising the bar, seizing the baking powder
my way of transferring my feeling into logic,
As it blend into a smooth non stanza:
Poetic form of puppy love, clinching:
and all that rises, rise in due degree
And is in everything we see and do.