Everything is a moment
Of silence in design,
Of rage that is burning
With passion behind.
Everything is a feeling
Of sorrow when it rains,
Of letting go the tears
That hold you in your cage.
Everything is a touch
Of the hand upon your cheeks,
Of love that is fainting
But not failing to persist.
Everywhere is a space
Of solitude in form,
Of where you would be
If everything is yours.
Everywhere is a pursuit
Of wanting to be seen,
Of all being for nothing
If everything would cease.
When everything is something,
And everywhere is there,
You’ve found it all at once,
Which you’ll wholly embrace.
Jun 13, 2022
Jun 13, 2022 at 5:21 AM UTC
Everything is a moment
Of silence in design,
Of rage that is burning
With passion behind.
Everything is a feeling
Of sorrow when it rains,
Of letting go the tears
That hold you in your cage.
Everything is a touch
Of the hand upon your cheeks,
Of love that is fainting
But not failing to persist.
Everywhere is a space
Of solitude in form,
Of where you would be
If everything is yours.
Everywhere is a pursuit
Of wanting to be seen,
Of all being for nothing
If everything would cease.
When everything is something,
And everywhere is there,
You’ve found it all at once,
Which you’ll wholly embrace.
This poem was inspired by the movie of the same name. It just moved me so much I had to write it.