I’m not going to act like I’m not always thinking about you,
Because I am.
I’m not going to act like you don’t keep my bed warm at night,
Because you do.
One of the most real things this calloused mind has ever felt.
There is no question.
There just is,
Happiness.
I have been forgiven.
I am on fire.

Offer your time.
Lingering soul to my being.
My touch is delicate, I promise.
So I hope.
So please offer your time.
To the fact that all there is,
And all there was,
And all that will be,
That we share this moment.
Don’t let it die in vain.
Before we know it, it too, will be gone.
Hear what you hear, see what you see.
And remember.

Be happy.
Someone gave you this life to live,
And it’s yours.
It is special only to you.
It is your home.
Enjoy the satisfaction of what you made.

Hairs on the crescent of my hand tingles.
Uneasy, standing on the edge of the universe.
Heart burrowing a hole. Deeper, deeper.
Such bliss is not easy to come by.
And then I question my soul, spirit.
Am I just an ink stain spreading across this white sheet?
I am out of synchronization.
Heart is playing too fast.
Spirit is playing too slow.
Body has stopped altogether.

I hear you.
I see you.
Two spirits communicating.
Distance.
Sometimes parts of you are closer to me than my own.
Don’t be ridiculous, the communication is one way.
Pieces of you being distributed among myself.
Sun to the earth.
Moon to the water.
And I feel okay.

I lay in an open field and feel the warmth of the sun.
The swift changes in the air.
And the earth is still.
The same earth, we share.
We were born by the same sun.
We witness the same stars.
The same greens, blue, reds, and everything in between.
It’s enough.

I am satiated with it.
Other times I’m so far away.
So, so far away.
If I scream you don’t hear.
I still do.
And then you would run away.
Because I am Chaos and the Darkness.
You are quite the opposite.

Sun to the earth.
Moon to the water.
It has to be enough.