There is a little world inside each person. So many intricacies, contridictions, and complexities. Each experience whisked into one another to make the perfect concoction. But this kind of perfection it not void of flaws, no. Instead, it carries a thousand, which is what makes it so beautiful. Souls crashing into one another like matter in the galaxy, leaving their imprint on those in their path. Elements that before could not be found on a floating planet breathe new life into it after this meeting. And so we do not lose ourselves as we grow, but become different and we celebrate it. The kind of different that makes the right person smile, that creates ripples of change, that softly whispers meaning in life. But when you hatch from your chrysalis and everything seems new and you clutch onto what is safe, what is comfortable and you are so desperate for things to stay the same... I ask, how can you hope to live? Instead, embracing the fear, embracing the new, embracing the change, this is what creates that beautiful intricate design. Breaking the glass is required to form the mosaic. And to hope this variegated jumble might be broken again, to become even more exceptional.
She reaches out to me but I don’t want to see her. We’ve been friends for years, but she reminds me of the things I’m trying to forget.
I knew that when we spoke before it was more than just a friendly conversation. She chose her words carefully to investigate my feelings about us.
She thought she was being sly but my intuition knew better. I guess I should have listened before. She knew the truth when I didn’t and now I’m left feeling like a fool.
She reminds me of the darkness that surrounded you and leaves me questioning her motive. She cloaks me in the weight of the past and I just don’t want to go back there again.
And yet, I feel guilty for not wanting to see her.
He was disguised in selfish pride with a cape made of lies.
Fueled by fear from prying eyes, he left streets marred by her innocent cries.
Cowardly misleading to keep them from leaving, stealing hearts to keep his beating.
Brave and bold he will have you to assume but hidden beneath, was the truth she will exhume.
i know nothing, and that’s the whole point
and what did it take, in the end? when did it begin? i think
it was drowning in starlight and seeing your face
in the constellations. i think it was when i said that
there are not enough words in all of our tongues
to come close to saying how much i love you and i think
it was where i ended and you began and you ended and i began. i think
there's a certain kind of infinity nobody wants to name,
because naming things takes away their magic. i think
it was burning up in the midday sun with
my blood turning golden with imagined glory and turning
to see you smiling the same wild smile back at me. i think
it was from driving down the highway listening to indigo girls. i think
it was under the light of the blue moon, stranded
in a parking lot out in the countryside, immune to fear
for just a moment because hell, we're all under the same sky after all.
and isn't that a special sort of idea? don't make a word for it.
i'll immortalize my epiphany in my memory, and
there's no need to understand it. there's no need to quantify infinity.