Where the horizon ends
Is a world unhinged by the gravity of
A heart.
A world as mysterious as tomorrow
That seems to be so full of possibilities
That we couldn’t possibly count them all.
A world where no human could go because of the chains that it would
Break upon entering.
A world that we can reach for but never quite
Touch.
A world that marks a start for some and an
End for others.
A beautiful world that can be seen but never looked at.
That can be imagined but never guaranteed.
As deep as the sky and as mysterious as an ocean.
A world that beckons.
A world that saves.
And a world that destroys.
An intricate tapestry that has so very many strings
That all depend on each other.
A world that you can only notice on the line
Where the horizon ends.

Isn’t it beautiful?
The bitter alliance between light and itself
Looks kind of like a mirror,
The flipped side of a dancing coin
That seems to wage inner wars
Like a sea
Because there were parts of itself the light thought was ugly
It was convinced that they were opposites,
That the world was made of opposites.
But really they blend
And mix.
As if despite their war
They are drawn together and mixed into
Paint.
Paint to make the world look separated and connected
All at once.

Isn’t it beautiful?
That the things we see are illusions and realities
All packed and shipped to your eyes
With a nice little bow that seems to say:
“Look at me”
That everything is so different and the same
That all we see is
Paint.
Splattered and deliberate with its imperfection on every line
That seems to guide us towards our doom.
Towards an end.
Towards a beginning.
Towards a sun split in half by the world under our feet
Lingering; beckoning,
Before heading off on its path.

Isn’t it beautiful?
That a curse is just a blessing
Because the blessing wanted to be a curse.
That a frown is just a lost smile that had no trail to follow
And went upside down trying
To find a way
Out.
That our lives are followed by death,
And the fact that death bothered to follow gives life a
Purpose.
That we’re cursed to break
When we look for things to
Fix us.
That strength is such a wonderful thing because there isn’t
Enough of it.
That in the end, all of it mixes.
Into paint.

There are so many infections here.
Nasty, ugly, cruel infections that came from open wounds that hated the way they were
Pushed aside and forgotten.
Because we forget.
We forget to look and listen rather than just see and hear.
We forget that promises are meant to be anchors and not
Chains.
And we forget because we can’t
Remember what our hearts looked like before they were broken.
And we forget to remember until
We forget forgetting.
Until we don’t know what it takes to look and listen for a way
Back.
But,
…When we start to see how to look.
…When we start to hear how to listen.
We remember.
And isn’t it beautiful?

If you’ve ever experienced it, you’d know that the
Most terrifying thing is Silence.
You would know that our very bones fear the never-ending
Blanket that smothers our songs and stars.
And the scary thing is not that the world has gone
Dark.
It’s that your world has.
It’s that you can’t seem to see anything within yourself
That is bright and worth
Fighting for.

Silence isn’t a sound,
It’s not the high-pitched scream of the very
Ground pushing Silence
Away.
No, it’s a feeling.
It’s the feeling of sleeping when you’re
Awake.
Like some part of you is lost within yourself just trying to
Get back to the controls.
Like even after you sleep you can’t seem to get rid of the never-ending
Tiredness that seeps into your very bones
Like the cold on a winter morning.
The Silence isn’t evil though,
It’s frightening.
It’s frightening for the people who care about the shattered heart of the
Person who fell into that Silence.
It scares them deeply because it seems
Impossible to catch someone once they’ve fallen.
Everything in our world sings songs to one another and everything around us
Because we were born to sound.
We were born to the glorious breath of laughs and
Voices and promises that
Tickle your ears if you listen hard enough.
Our world is built around the noise and clatter of emotions,
So when you can’t hear them it’s
Terrifying.

Silence does not come from nothing.
Silence is not something that comes in
And takes you away because you are
It’s plaything.
No, Silence is something ancient.
It is something that was once eternal in it’s
Darkness before something
Somehow decided to turn on a light.
It is a heavy weight that we fight against
Because our hearts and souls yearn
For light.
We yearn for the searing brightness of
Love and Hate and Anger and Pride
To burn in our stomachs and throats.
We live to see the stars, so it’s
Terrifying.
When we can’t.

When all we see is a broken heart
That shattered because some part of it fell
Silent.

Our tears are our heart’s way of mourning
Our broken pieces and the
Parts that have lost their voice.
We see this Silence and tremble,
But until we see the sun again we don’t realize that it’s
Not eternal within us.

So if you’ve ever experienced it you’d know that
Silence…
It’s the darkness of sleep.
When you have no light to go to and
You fall into Silence’s arms because you can’t see
Any stars to hold your broken pieces.
You’d know that
Silence…
It’s not an enemy.
It’s the place where you can heal
Where you can finally find
Light.