It’s so easy to fool myself to be a dual self one comfortable floating in delusions the other in truth. There is one me lurking just beneath the surface in the shadow hour, the one who hasn’t called the lonely man to see if there is anything I can to help him peek out into the light he has missed since his mother left him alone after her death.
Is there a me one of the two who’s whole and true ok with being ordinary ok with my immutable limits?
What freedom this would be to accept this ordinary me not living in a regret of never being ideal but instead living free to just be me – finite and real.
I am sure That in this lifetime Our bodies will unite And we will bring this world to ash It will be beautiful and destructive As if the stars have fallen to the earth And until then I won't stop burning for you