Tend To Your Garden

As the time clips by and we see for a fleeting moment the hopes and dreams that are just out of our grasp, we then realize how much this very second counts for so much. I no longer think of what could be actually but more so my present state of a situation. I cannot project how it will be later as at this time I can only sustain my present awareness of how I am. The emotions have been put on a missle launch waiting for someone to press the button. The invasion of my most innerself has been pierced and now I am slowly loosing my strength. The SOS is not seen as my vision has been blurred by the constant bombardement of emptiness. The pain of deception has snatched the desire to explore like a thief in the night. I can only save myself from this destruction of unwanted battle grounds. The sirens are ringing alerting me to yet another wave of blitzkrieg. The scores of victims is countless and yet we seem to be oblivious to our often self inflicted wounds. I wait to see how high the toll rates will be. The only way to survive is take control of my situation as Alexandra Spaulding once said." Your going to want to tend your garden very closely."