I have always been lost between two things the need of tremendous noise to calm the rapidness of my thoughts and the need of soothing my soul. sometimes, I want to gaze at the moon by the beach late at night when it's dark and everyone is asleep but at other times, I want to be distorted by a playlist that is full of sorrowful growling. I have no other way but to fill the void of my eagerness when it asks me for more and more to remain at peace with the world.
-- . .-.. --- -.. .. . ... My soft yearning gaze upon your emanating presence fills my heart to the brim with appreciation Of your beauty, the lines of your face like superlunary threads woven together in fractals; an instantiation of geometric perfection. Like æther, the material of celestial spheres, creating a passage that connects the edge of one to the other. Transmitting a frequency that channels my heart with love; of the warm embrace of your beauté
Your beauty transcends dimensions like music that feeds my lost soul || I pay for it with time like a bridge to traverse between dimensions
For this passage is not physical but a liminal space when I close my eyes and think of you.
In my next life I hope that my soul ascends to another planet. Because I am done with this one. I hope to emerge in a new galaxy with new sunsets that are tripled as they sit on the horizon And are majestically colored. I will leave all these trials and tribulations on earth in the Milkyway And wake up in a different dimension of time where the era is tender, quiet, and sprinkled with magic.
Mommy, daddy, you left me to the ragged and violent Winds of winter.
Do you watch over me in these storms that Venture on and on and on? Am I fool to think that there are arms Within the endless fractals of the sky that might Reach down?
I can’t feel them Anymore. I don’t see you in my dreams Anymore.
Is there a moment when the spirit turns from the edges of This life’s shore And simply Walks away, Disintegrating into nothingness and leaving us here below to
Into a void that doesn’t hear?
The sky is white today like blank paper that might await some Prophecy or simply drift across the hills into the sea Where the lonely petrels and the albatross Skim their wings on the surface and pronounce