In the darkness it is easier to
determine what’s on your mind;
there are no other voices
interrupting your ease.
You can whisper, but who
will hear you?
Sometimes I want to talk when
nobody is around to listen. Often
it is the middle of the night
and no one is there.
At times, the silence is
disturbing my peace.
© 2026 j.g. lewis
I feel that by now, at this age, I am ready to do whatever the hell I want to do to fulfil my creative self.
Any lesson, rule, inspiration or muse I have absorbed during my rather lengthy tenure on earth has been important, yes, but not crucial to my survival nor the be all and end all I once assumed it was.
Of course, guidance was both observed and appreciated, but it is my observations with my currently and continually developing sense of style that truly guide me. This, along with my insatiable and undeniable curiosity.
If we cease to be curious, we stop evolving.
Art, and my varied attempts to create, provides my fundamental momentum.
What I have learned and what I still need to know is irrelevant. I’ve absorbed what I could at the time and know now what I didn’t then. It’s a matter of time before I will see what is essential to me: progress.
If we stop progressing, are we even living or have we begun dying? I am not ready for that. In fact, I will do whatever I can to creatively keep moving forward. I am most sure there is an art to that.
© 2026 j.g. lewis
Days flow into nights, thoughts
wrapping around the moment,
seemingly trying to hold on to
what was or could be.
The past presents itself.
At times you forget the why,
but not the who. Other times
you are not sure of what to do.
The thoughts, however, continue
to absorb the mind, all the time.
© 2026 j.g. lewis
Be honest.
Speak your truth, and
say what you mean.
It is easy to say, but
can be hard to do.
It’s difficult at times to
put the right words
into the proper context,
or speak freely.
Or honestly.
Often there is concern
over how you will be
seen, or heard, or believed.
Truth is, at times, not
easy to hear, and it can be
even harder to say.
Sometimes you might feel
it is not enough, because
the truth can be so simple.
Honest.
You may feel that
truth is not enough, but
it is everything.
The hard truth can hurt,
the whole truth can be
hard to swallow, and
the real truth can heal.
Be truth.
Breathe your truth.
Breathe honesty,
and
breathe it honestly.
© 2026 j.g. lewis
