Who am I?
Why am I here?
What am I doing?
When is the big break?
Where should I be?
And how do I get there?

But really only one thing I want to think about.

It sends a familiar, yet vast, rush.

I like to think about it.

I like to think of this soul;

Similarly unknown, as I.

There's something about the complement that comes with you.

Strikingly posing modesty,

And all the crystal waves...

Then you kiss me in a crystal daze ~

Lost in the soundwaves of the soul
that's lost in the heatwaves
and out of control.

Poles are changing;
contemplating, rearranging.

Waves are crashing to the shore
that lies above a molten core.

Plates are shifting;
ground is lifting, people drifting.

Time is ticking.

How could I forget,
for even a breath?

Slowly it slips
away into spaces
hidden in me
and I forget that it is there.

Watching over me.
Waiting on me.
To take it back into my lungs.
Into my eyes.
Into my touch.

Waiting for me
to expel it in every way
that I experience my daze.

This Universal Love...

My soul, it bathes in this
and yet,
my feet will step,
my body will move,
and my mind forgets.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵...

I want to remember
all of those moments
when love was what carried me
over mountainous hurts;
through wastelands of self-hate -
self destructive tendencies
were buried by this
ever-knowing love.

And that is what brought me
this far.
That is why I've conquered
my war.
𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 is why I know in
my heart.
That everything is beautiful,
𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴.

Universal Love
𝘐𝘚 existence.
And all parts
of my resistance
were so I could learn
of Love's persistence.

So,

May we never disregard the beauty,
simply because
our minds feels threatened.

May we see past the veils
that keep us guessing.

And may we remember:
We can find perfection
only in the definitive acceptance
of all that is,

𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨.

▪︎ micalight ▪︎

Today an old friend came to visit.
Not completely unannounced, but
not particularly invited.

The kind of friend
that once served you well,
but their ways grew outdated
when you made it out of hell.

When the pain settled to trauma,
it became entirely something else.
But your friend thinks they know best
and give involuntary help.

The kind of friend
that's over bearing
and embeds into
the skin you're wearing.

Stitching in bad habits.
Manifesting your mistakes.
The friend you try to distance from,
but you can't seem to shake.

The kind of friend
you grow apart from
once your time there
is done.

Even though you're better off,
you still wonder where they are.
The kind of friend you dearly miss,
but must love them from afar.

Well, that friend...

Came knocking at my skull today.

(They told me they might be in town,
but I didn't bother to reply.)

Quick, shut off all the lights.
Quiet, try to hide.
Maybe if I'm gone,
they won't try to come inside.

But resting in the silence,
is a small child's cry.

And they know exactly,

where,

to find

me.


▪︎ mica light ▪︎

I'm drawn to the centre of you.
This is where I'm being pulled to.
With the help of the winds pushing me too,
I could not escape my astonishment of you.
My will, I give away.
I've fallen endlessly to the sound of your voice,
and now I have to stay.
I'm only getting hotter every moment were together.
You can feel it on my breath.
"Maybe just one..." and I pulled in really close.
Seal the deal with a kiss.
Oh, my angels told me I'm gunna get addicted to this.

I don't know
where lavender grows,
I know only where it dies.

Where dusk holds on
'til it reaches dawn
& swallows up her light.

I don't know
where lavender grows,
I know only it's demise.

When sunrise brings
forth the colour in the rings
of my violet, violent eyes.

▪︎
• mica light •
▪︎

There was much of you my
soul found it already knew.

The rest of you downloaded
into my bones and flesh.

My ancestors hugged yours
and our traumas wept.

▪︎ mica light ▪︎