My heart, and mind thrown into a void
endlessly falling into some kind of abyss
An abyss of something beautiful
yet seemingly deadly.
Strange as it sounds
As I fall deeper and deeper into the void
I find myself more
Alive?
And I ask...
What is this peculiar state?
Why does it's existence throw me off my mind?
Really, I don't know!

It leaves my soul unrest!
It captures my mind!
like I've discovered the ultimate discovery of all time
It's a whole new level of enigma!

This void
This place
This THING
Has torn me into two pieces
A piece of me that is intrigued, and captivated
and a piece that is scared, and frustrated

How can I explain such mystery?
surely it can't be missed, but it's not as easy to understand.

It comes in many forms and it goes like it will never leave!

Surely, it has left me in some kind of disarray
but as I find myself
falling deeper, and deeper into it
I couldn't feel more alive,
and different.
(in a good way, i think)

But it's a unnatural fall
like the world has turned upside down.
Like I'm falling deeper into the clouds
rather than falling deeper into the ground.

It almost seems surreal
but it's not.

I may sound crazy...
but really...
I am crazy.

I'm crazy because I've found this thing
that's finally getting me to run
I'm crazy because I know it might end up a hard fall
but who knows?
it might be otherwise.

it is incomprehensible
to believe that never before
have my eyes been opened
to the galaxy that lingers
within you.

I do not know
how a smile so familiar, so kind, so warm
and so often returned
can only now
feel like home.

I can't seem to pinpoint
how such a vicious storm
made of roaring oceans and bolts of light
that paralyze
my every last bone inside
only just now begin to fill my insides
when your heart beats close to mine.

Only now are long nights beginning
to make sense
only now am I beginning to see
and not to see, but to question
Why I've spent an eternity
searching cities filled with treasure
and adventure and promise and gold
when a certain potential,
a promise of happiness
may have been lingering
by my side
all along.

This is when the world is golden.
When sun shimmers on the branches of forever-green trees
And light dances on the apple blossoms, white since spring came.

This is when the world is alive.
She is truly a women,
glowing and happy, radiating unrestrained joy,
Smiling at all the little moments of wonder she held in her day.
She caresses the leaves with gentle sunlight,
lulls the trees into a careless sway with the deep lavender
of the evening breeze.

This is when the world is golden.
When she is singing.