Mayhaps
Humanity's pursuit of escapism
Through fiction for example
Is nothing but
The search
The need
For something that is finally
Something that is exactly
The same as
The way we truly are

Perhaps the greatest tragedy
Of humanity

is that for humanity
to see beauty

in all its entirety
humanity

has to endure tragedy

I wonder
How does it feel?
To keep grasping at it
Yet never the real thing

For you are too afraid

You dance the dance
Know the movement
But again I wonder
With ache in my heart

If you know the warmth that should come with it?

Maybe one day
You’ll come to know it
That rush and loss of breath
And nevermore

Will you have to pretend

Pools
beneath the surface
never to be seen

Yet

Glimpses of the depth
ever so fleeting
present themselves

Yet

how does one know
if these are true?
Only you can say

Yet

maybe one day
I will see it too, if you permit
but that day has not come

yet.

Everyone gets a day
that may be shared
but it is theirs all the same

And on that day
it must be celebrated
the fact that the world is graced by their name

That, is how it should be

However this is not so
maybe it is because
the names are too plenty?

but it is tragedy
that yours
must vanish among the many

but that, is how it is.

I have looked up at you
up above where you lie
Idolizing you

You have been my muse
pushing me, to heights
never before reached

But now as I rise
above and beyond
I aim

To achieve the unthinkable
to rise higher and higher
So that one day

You will look up to me.

Oh you,
Consume me
Set me aflame

I want it

Send me to ruination
Destroy everything that I am
Every fiber

Please

Take this dance
With me
And let us

Disappear in our own destruction