As hard as it gets
I’m cool, calm and collected
Mind blown, eyes closed
This ain’t what I expected
All the drama I thought I deaded
Gotta be free to get where I’m headed
I can’t keep feeling neglected
I just want what I deserve
Nothing less, nothing more
I just want the things I’ve seen and heard
All the happiness for sure
I offer myself to the moon
At her alter I undress my fears
Absorbing her glow until nothing but her beams course through my veins
Pushing out my fingertips
Filling my lungs with the cool breath of her magic
Her fullness invigorates me and pacifies me in the same moment I can’t soak up enough of her light
I lie under the stars until the intoxication sets in
And I am but a reflection of her power
I shed my skin as an offering
Leaving nothing but star dust in my wake
I’m nobody
Doing nothing
Going nowhere
Alone
So far from home
On my own
Me, the stars and this lonely road
No moon
No home
Roam
I do not love you because you love me back. No, that would be too easy. Too attainable. Too shallow. Too simple for this involuted dance we call “love”. The faceless God of The Great White Imagination is much too cruel, too jealous, and too chaotic to allow for such delicacies. He taunts and laughs at the idea that such a virtue could be wasted on careless, foolish, and undeserving beings. But, I do not love you because you deserve it. I do not love you because you care to earn it. In fact, your only redeeming quality is my love for you, in all its lonely righteousness.
My love for you is like that of a mother: unrelenting and unapologetic. Knowing that she will never reap the same affections she gives away – but gives still, unconditionally. She is also powerful in that way. She is not created nor destroyed; born or dead. She has no beginning or end. She is infinite in memory yet so short-lived. Her tears are etched into the stars, lining the very fabric of space, time, and reality. She has no source of power, yet needs no nourishment to flourish on her own. She stands alone and lonely, existing in an ethereal awe amongst celestial bodies that can be seen across whole universes. She is a solar system of only a sun and many moons to eclipse her own light, but no planets to claim her orbit. She shines in the vast darkness and emptiness of space that exists between planes of existence.
Because of her, I revel in the fleeting pleasures of indifference, savoring what little moments I am allowed. And I rest at night, knowing that one day she will return to me and comfort me in all of my suffering…
With you this black screen crafted from earth, pulled by the hands of our kin becomes the sun again.
And calls me from the security of my soil slumber.
“Put in your number.”
Roots wake up and wind down through the rocks and “remembers?”
The cold clods and doubts of December.
Sip on the seeping rain and seek the light.
This time may be alright
This time may be the breaker
This time answer the call of the awesome
A Flower’s duty is to blossom.
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