I ate the water that tasted of stone melted by the ice of the human heart. There was a little boy beside me in that well of mud and he had never drunk clean water. He said to me: “This water is magic because it comes down white from the sky and it comes up brown from the earth. My grandfather told me.” I smiled at him but in the water that I was drinking a tear fell.
Rest a thought at the edge of my bed; I never minded the immeasurable, nor the immensity of what a second can bring. Whether the cracks in the walls can speak (their mouths are too close to my ears, their breath is too far into my subconscious, too far into my unforgivable thoughts), or the outside air can fill an emptiness not yet defined- it won’t matter- closeness and loneliness have never felt this similar.
Rest your being onto mine; This is the last drop of vulnerability I dare give away.
It pulls me in Never letting go Stuff You need more stuff You need this stuff You cannot get rid of this stuff This stuff is important You love this stuff This stuff is your life That's what my stuff has been telling me Keep me for the future You may need me You do need me I make you happy You need me to be happy You need me to have happy experiences I am your memories You love me
Do I though?
Do I have the strength to let go? To clear up space Make room for new experiences New opportunities Instead of collecting stuff Can I get rid of it all and move forward Let go of attachments and move onward Live a life of experiences instead of memories Memories of my past My past is held in all this stuff Others pasts are held in all this stuff Even though I want it I don't need it And now I question if I still want it
No I don't I can do it I can let go Let go of all the stuff All the stuff holding me back I can do it I will do it The process has begun
I can't touch you By time and space I can't kiss you Or feel the whiskers on your face I can't make love with you That part, aches But for your heart I'd do whatever it takes Fate is so cruel Because of that, I cry But I'm going to keep you In the folds of my eternity, the blue of my sky
Tonight there is quiet And peace in the solace Of knowing tomorrow provides Plentiful harvests of value To blighted and meaningless lives
Awoken to half-empty purpose To pour from a cup of concerns Is like watering gardens with salt of the earth Empathy blooms only nightshade it seems If roses know not of their worth
But why do we covet these thorny expressions Untouchable as they may be What so possesses the florist's seed sowing Such colorful flowers, bouquets to be sold When all of them wither and die without knowing