A day or more,
a boy or girl, as it arrives,
it has no clue what it is,
it's told by the world,
despite the truths,
as it sees all of it,
whether grass,
or paintings,
or world buildings,
and world businesses,
and lives, and other beings,
like him, it survives,
finds people,
loves them in different ways,
unlike how it's characterized,
it then forms a bond with one or two,
memorable, but not strong enough
to be felt and required,
with some a friendship,
that seems it could last perhaps,
lust and gaze, and eyes matched,
an obsession, a few lies,
and bones thrashed,
something it'd call love,
promises, that would haunt him later on,
or like words, that won't forget to come back-
And then again, an attraction felt,
it's grown or so it thinks,
and he feels life as it sees,
yet confused, now he knows,
what attraction is,
infatuation of beings,
kinship or romance,
all that, before he could know,
or question,
the bowl breaks down into pieces again-
But as it thinks, it lets it stay,
what the brain remembers,
is what it once said and felt,
and asked it to remember,
it feels something yet,
but it can let go,
for this thing is at peace,
with his beliefs and flawed
choices, even if that was to be-
And at last, across seas and oceans,
it finds somewhat of a peace,
a group of shells and beings like
the life and lives he imagines one
must lead, and once again,
finally something to admire
for not the way it shines or
appears, but simply its words
and works of desire-
he catches this being by heart,
now able to distinguish between
things he never had,
a secure attachment,
all his past lives come to
delight with the shame
of their lives, but now,
in equal pride.
What he feels with her,
is more than love,
as he sees a being,
and he can't help but
question every time-
what is this that's happening
my parts, a force, a pull,
as it gravitates towards
her, not just in attraction
of beauty, or love,
and life, but what he sees,
in her, he desires to see in
himself and more,
what he feels in her,
is what he feels for himself,
now found his true being,
not yet, no,
but indeed mustered up
the courage to find
and discover it all,
and question his life
once again,
a secure attachment,
a peace of life,
a feel of love,
not like the sisters and brothers
and kin-members of the past,
a desire of exclusivity,
and thoughts shared,
and all that,
as it feels a desire
in her, as to be his,
and a thought occurs,
of oneness,
and romance,
and at last,
he knows this,
as so does she, as-
Love.
A Welcome to Life.
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 9:22 AM UTC
A day or more,
a boy or girl, as it arrives,
it has no clue what it is,
it's told by the world,
despite the truths,
as it sees all of it,
whether grass,
or paintings,
or world buildings,
and world businesses,
and lives, and other beings,
like him, it survives,
finds people,
loves them in different ways,
unlike how it's characterized,
it then forms a bond with one or two,
memorable, but not strong enough
to be felt and required,
with some a friendship,
that seems it could last perhaps,
lust and gaze, and eyes matched,
an obsession, a few lies,
and bones thrashed,
something it'd call love,
promises, that would haunt him later on,
or like words, that won't forget to come back-
And then again, an attraction felt,
it's grown or so it thinks,
and he feels life as it sees,
yet confused, now he knows,
what attraction is,
infatuation of beings,
kinship or romance,
all that, before he could know,
or question,
the bowl breaks down into pieces again-
But as it thinks, it lets it stay,
what the brain remembers,
is what it once said and felt,
and asked it to remember,
it feels something yet,
but it can let go,
for this thing is at peace,
with his beliefs and flawed
choices, even if that was to be-
And at last, across seas and oceans,
it finds somewhat of a peace,
a group of shells and beings like
the life and lives he imagines one
must lead, and once again,
finally something to admire
for not the way it shines or
appears, but simply its words
and works of desire-
he catches this being by heart,
now able to distinguish between
things he never had,
a secure attachment,
all his past lives come to
delight with the shame
of their lives, but now,
in equal pride.
What he feels with her,
is more than love,
as he sees a being,
and he can't help but
question every time-
what is this that's happening
my parts, a force, a pull,
as it gravitates towards
her, not just in attraction
of beauty, or love,
and life, but what he sees,
in her, he desires to see in
himself and more,
what he feels in her,
is what he feels for himself,
now found his true being,
not yet, no,
but indeed mustered up
the courage to find
and discover it all,
and question his life
once again,
a secure attachment,
a peace of life,
a feel of love,
not like the sisters and brothers
and kin-members of the past,
a desire of exclusivity,
and thoughts shared,
and all that,
as it feels a desire
in her, as to be his,
and a thought occurs,
of oneness,
and romance,
and at last,
he knows this,
as so does she, as-
Love.
A Welcome to Life.
