The chariot

The chariot Nov 2019

For a roll down
To taste the salt on her lips
She feels numb
In the arctic snow.

The chariot Nov 2019

Enticed by their tantalizing pulls
She was the blazing fire
Drowing in a hundred suns
He wore a cold attire
Biding his time to be melted,
By her warmth and radiance
Each desiring, pursuing the other
Catapulted towards the shore
But held back by the vast ocean
Of thoughts of memories they ponder
Of experiences of insecurities of scars they nurture
They lay apart
Far apart
In the vast ocean.

The chariot Jul 2019

Peace?

Is this how it is supposed to feel
To be peaceful
Or is this the calm before the storm
Or am I not comfortable with this
With the serenity that i strive for
Do I love to be chaotic now

#lost

The chariot May 2019

I love to revisit

You saw me, you knew me, you unravelled me
You were the vessel that contained me

You let me rest, in a place built for me
A place I had not known to exist in this universe
It was called safe
Existing in the quantum space, in the abyss
Where you held my naked skin with your bare hands
And it didn’t scar me
You stripped away my shame, masked all my horrors
And let me lay

We don’t live there anymore
But you know I love to revisit it
It was the only place that ever felt like home.

#longing #comfort #secure

The chariot Apr 2019

Restless

All this feels like an illusion
I must be in some dream
I am at the top of a mountain
Or am i hanging upside down in the sea
I am not one anymore
I am a storm of unsettled breezes
All trying to say their pieces
Turning into gusts waiting to propel out of the chaotic tornado
Craving for the freedom to just be

This feels like an illusion
I must be in some dream
Neck deep in a swamp of aspirations
Led there mistakenly by the imposters success, purpose and meaning
Some aspirations mocking me,some observing my moves
some trying to deceive me
To claim them as my own
Until no thought no desire no belief no ambition stems from me
For they have all ditched me and crossed over
Over to the side of the slough
Engulfing my very being

This feels like an illusion
I must be in some dream
Where the floodgates have burst open
And I am diving and paddling endlessly
To reach somewhere, anywhere
Someplace I can quench this unsatiable thirst
Pushing and flapping to find the shore
To desperately ground my feet
To anchor my sanity
Wondering if it ever existed, if I ever was sane

All of this has to be an illusion
All of this has to be a dream
For how else can i hope to wake up into a different reality.

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