There I was, staring from afar, is it just the night scene that makes my periphery hazy? Or we're on a geomorphological process of meeting an another celestial body; you were standing there, wondrously daydream- like, as that time came unbeknownst to me.
There is a strange familiarity on you that changes my animosities— a paradigm shift, and all the long way leads to you.
I used to see cars individually not as parts but the people inside those people would be driving around me and we’d wave to each other while navigating clear roads I would recognize their car out of familiarity the city has grown since then I don’t recognize cars anymore just brands and colors creating the traffic jam in front of me as my engine overheats.
and alone, i rediscover my old habit of making out stars from the trenches and finding the road of your childhood home changed sky to sky and you are not the first snow but you will witness the snow fight the boys spoke no other language than their own they threw, and fell, and built larger shadows of three inseparable ever since laughter disappearing into walls i rediscover city lights flickering off closing shop, on the bed singing into a screen ‘goodbye’ ‘you will see me later’
I'm caught in a forest My glass frame is jagged and shattered I give in to a distant call to rest And I search for somewhere to lay my head The forest is quiet A whisp broke me and left And I'm alone to care for a grove I am broken, I am scared, I am upset Something ahead of me Trapped in the overgrowth It can't be! My armor, my friend, my beautiful cog! Oh! What have I done to you? I check it's inner workings Gears clogged with vines and branches Iron rusted through Until I wander deep enough And I find the source of my distant whisper My hearth Once a great and burning flame To move my cog so powerfully So patiently Subserviently I climb in And flames long dead begin to burn once more It melts my glass And smooths me out And I lay my head to rest I close my eyes When I open them again I see through the juggernaut's eyes And I burn so hot from my pain The overgrowth burns away Rusted parts shatter away A plume of smoke billows from me I am a cog once more I feel so heavy So tired But oh so powerful A great machine finds me in this grove And offers me a place in it's inner workings Other cogs inside, made of shining steel greet me We grind and toil away And I feel so at home After harming and being harmed by a beautiful whisp Who I now understand never truly understood me Nor did I understand them They fled from me Left me so alone But I am strong once more I am so tired I feel safe and complacent So I will rest and let my body fall into routine I will sleep I will obey my new machine I will dream
New experiences aren't for everyone. I hurt people and was myself hurt by my confusion, fear, and ignorance. I was then abandoned and now I do nothing but work and rest and while I'm not happy, I do feel steady. I feel safe.