What's in a cup?

I dreamt I was sitting on a beach with someone last night And as I looked up, there it was, the big wave, the tsunami I wrote of. At first I was afraid because I was staring death in the face And I could not see a way out.   And then I thought about it, About escaping this world where my negative thoughts consume me And torture my mind to the point of disturbing my peace And stripping me of having healthy relationships.   So instead of being afraid of the oncoming wave of emotion, I embraced it. I was a bit worried that I would suffer, That I would slowly drown and gasp for air as the water filled my lungs But I thought it would be tranquil to escape my feelings And to enter heaven, where I knew I would be welcome.   So I let it come, having nothing to look forward to, No one in my life that I love and who loves me equally, And having no job that seems quite to fit my personality. It would be sweet relief to escape this world. ...

Pulling blankets over my eyes I lie in wait for the sunrise. The trickle of raindrops at my front door remind me of moments passing from one place to another and being absorbed. Pulling blankets from you, my love, I get lost in your love, your arms, your touch, and yet I fear motion in your heart from something I have done that will shift your feelings from plateau to ground. What if we never reach the summit? What if all of life winds up and down and we stand witness to sunsets and rain clouds that never burst open and create life on the ground? True happiness, true joy, like pulling blankets in each moment I share, I believe we can attract it, I believe it is real. Bringing winter moments into summer's stirs helps to highlight losses so we get to feel much more we are grateful for what we have and fight for more, pulling blankets for warmth.