I am an activist,
but I am indolent.
I am an artist,
who rarely produces craft.
I am a peaceful soul,
restricted by anxiety.
A destructive hippie.
Someone who is outspoken,
yet never heard.
A lover filled with despise.
A musician who resides in silence.
A Gemini born in July.
I cannot stand hypocrites,
I am one.

How long has it been
since the day we met?
But not in days
in heart beats.
How has my blood pumped
for you?
How many notes
in how many songs
that now sound of hollow noise.
What amount of teeth
have slipped out
from the lips of a smile?
How many were a facade?
And how many more
must pass before
I may close my eyes
and learn to forget.

Throughout my short lifetime
a contradiction has passed through my ear canals many a times.

"People always change".
"People never change".

For awhile it riddled me
these silly little strings o' words.

It has now become clear to me,
an ever-flowing pool of freshwater.

Beings do adapt.
Evolve, rather.
Slowly.

The cells of our body split and die,
new tissue and organs form.
Follicles encase new hair that arises from our skin.
The person that we believed we knew so well,
extinct.

It brings fascination to me
that the things that may seem so common will one day be newborn experiences.

Reliving something old for the first time again,
refreshing ain't it?

And while change may not be the correct word for it, I disagree with the statement that "people never change".

We are all becoming someone new.

death is an untruth
where one life ends
another begins

an organism dies
another feeds
consequently,
reproduction

clocks and dates
false
time is eternal

waves form
and break back into shimmering waters
as if recharging themselves

Where do You end?
Where do I begin?

but darling, tis not this weight you should be concerned with
bearing weight means strength
strength translates into courage

courage
each cell within your painted body  
recreating pictures within moments
so you can adapt to the world's mysterious colors

colors
the gradient of your eyes
a scale model of the cosmos surrounding us
you and I

I
a collision of rocks in space
given the grand most title of a comet

comet
I may be this "brilliant comet"
but a comet cannot exist alone in this void of infinity
maybe I am this comet
but it is undoubtable that I need gravity

gravity
but darling, tis not the weight you should be concerned with
it is the strength of your gravity that yearns for your focus

so maybe I am your brilliant comet
but you are pulling me
my miraculous gravity