You two are sadly misunderstood.
From ancient lore to modern poetry and children's stories,
You are depicted as light and dark
Hot and cold
Life and death
But that's not it, is it?

You are not sworn enemies,
Fighting for our time, gratitude, and even worship.
You are not these polar opposites,
But lovers,
Attempting to get close to each other.
Going round and round in the wrong direction.

One is the light of the other's life,
And the peaceful, quiet love that the other needs.

You are the Sun and the *Moon

How do you do it?
How does one take an abstract painting,
And interpret it as words, sentences, stories?
How do you give a color an emotion?
What language does a line speak?
It's so hard to personify something that was created,
To remain a mystery?
So hard,
Yet so naturally human
Why can't I do it
Like you?
When it comes to this phenomenon of abstract expression,
I put the b in *dyslexic

Isn’t time supposed to flow in a linear direction?
Isn’t that why they’re called ”Timelines”?
You’re born,
You’re a baby,
A kid,
A teen,
An adult,
Old,
Dead,

Last century,
Decade,
Year,
Month,
Week,
Yesterday,
An hour ago,
A minute ago,
Tomorrow,
Next week,
Next month,
Next year,
Next decade,
Next century,
Next lifetime

Isn’t that it?
That’s how it goes?

Well then, what’s wrong with me?

I know I’m getting older,
But I can’t see today.
What is now,
When I keep looking back?
I’m taken back to my past every day.
To the good,
To the bad…

Yesterday, it was October 13th, 2014.
Last week, it was January 8th, 2015, and 2000.
Today, it’s October 14th, 2015….
Wait…
What’s wrong with the calendar?
It says it’s January 20th, 2016…
Where am I?
When am I?
Where did the time go….?

Welcome to the party, do you have your mask ready?
Everyone’s dressed like the rich and the famous,
And who knows, some of them may be.
Here’s your chance to get out there and make a scene.
Make some memories with some complete strangers.
Or some old friends, you’ll never know.
Oh, but who’s over there?
Across the room, against the wall,
Quietly chatting away with the tall stranger in a crow’s mask.
That’s me, of course!
Where’s my mask, you may ask.
It’s right here, resting perfectly on my face.
Can’t you tell it’s a mask?
No, maybe not.
That’s because this one was made just for me.
I made it myself.
It’s taken me years to perfect it,
So no one would know when I wore it.
I’m sorry I didn’t get a special mask for the occasion,
I didn’t have the time.
And I’m sorry this mask isn’t as festive as the others.
You see, this mask looks just like me, spare a few minor details.
For example, I’m wearing a bright,
Happy,
Smile.
That’s something you’ll never see on my real face.

I am broken
I am alone
I am crushed
Down to the bone
I am scared
I can not see
What the future
Holds for me

I do not need
A mounted knight
To rescue me
In armour bright
I need a friend
To help me out
To understand
What it's all about

It's not my fault
It isn't his
We grew apart
It's how it is
I am thrown
The hurt inside
Makes me want to
Run and hide

But I am strong
A Goddess some say
And I know I'll find
My feet one day
I am broken
My life is severed
I am broken
But not forever

(C) Pixievic 2016

"I'm battling so much fear and so much pain.
In my mind, all it ever does is rain."
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