A part of me never could stay in this world... Almost Is the essence of my existence A hollow that can never be filled.... no matter how close to brightness, I stay Icarus, I would have done the same
A sense that the chase to become Is a thin mirage of hope created and Clutched so tightly to my chest... That on rainy days, I can barely Breathe without it, I would have drowned in a hopeless place Ive come close to destruction ... Played poker on a whim, stakes so high, it felt like a sure win Amber liquid sloshing in beautiful smooth glasses Over And Over Yet somehow- I'm still here As if someone there, high up knew that I needed grounding And sent three souls - a kind spirited boy, a gentle wolf and a birdwatching farmer Ive always felt tied to the number 3.
The melancholic core of my soul has a tendency to saturate Like stained glass on dark gothic cathedral floors Like the thin film of grease on old cast iron Like dandelion seeds scattering into open fields it is a ghost of long past that had to stay... Destined to search for what cannot be held It whispers on the best of days And the worst... Like white hot coal pressed to skin until the scream turns to pitch black silence and the mutated skin is the comfort that I never knew I needed... The mantra is impermanence I can never remember Like the indigo sky holds on to stars knowing that when dawn is near It will have to let go... Hello there
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 