Phoenix Page, Live Journey

I do not know if this is triggering or not but I figured better safe than sorry. Below is what I wrote because I was feeling things. Make of it what you will. To me it has a specific meaning, to others it may mean something else. That is why I love art. moments crashing through time wave upon wave dragging the wary down forcing air from lungs which burn unwelcome from the moment of birth unnoticed by an unfeeling world confusion a jumble of love, hate, abuse moments, each one a mystery, lost. moments remembered, each one held onto revered and revisited, the images faded and ripped, torn at the edges by a desperate mind. re-watching, re-visiting struggling to understand, to comprehend, to let go voices of the long dead, moments lost long ago, whispers of the past, constant reminders of old aching pain moments of time, holding one captive the past, the present, the future, a prison the sentence unknown as the darkness grows moments building, growing, enormous standing on the ledge as the moments pile up, bits and pieces of a life lived, then lost, unremembered. moments pulled down, down, down, until the light is only a pin prick, and eventually that too is replace by darkness.