Now listening to: Cease to Begin by Band of Horses

I get this feel as if
I could close my eyes hard enough,
I would, poof, into dust.

It happens
when difficult decisions
fill my mind like a gallon of water
being poured into a drinking glass.

I pour them out,
so that I may observe them,
yet they slide through my hands
and quickly absorb into the ground.

Then, I am where I was:
with an empty glass.

shalom.