A leather-bound work of art catches my eyes and convinces them to feast upon what it has to offer,
They gobble up each word, those gluttons, stuffing themselves,
Until they get full and dizzy to the point where I’m reading the same line, the same line, the same line, over and over again.
I fall into a trance and my mind begins to curiously wander.
My soul takes this atlas of all that has existed, exists, and will exist, and uses it as its play ground,
Jumping over the letters, sliding down the “J”s, weaving around the “S”s, jumping over the “O”s, and ducking under the “H”s.

I pick up this narrative of life and attempt to decipher the map of all that was, all that is, and all that will be.
For this novel tells a story of one and tells the story of a million,
And it is my mission to read every single word, to pause at every comma, and to flip every page.

I realize that out of all of the stories in this compilation of creations,
I am just one of them.
I am one sentence,
I am one word.

Life comes in waves,
Dualities, defined as;
Good and bad, happy and sad.
Blur the definitions,
Blur your perspective.
We learn through change,
We grow through pain.
Everything is as it should be,
Always, infinitely.

Do you know what love is?
the sound of an 'o' resonating into a twisted lock
it's suppose to be and infinite explosion
like a contradiction, a permanent contraction
of two lost souls who before stray and sway like a rope swing
that'll get taken advantage of flung behind the childlike whims
of a free falling jump that falls to the crackling of the ground beneath two feet
a mirror image of the security snapping slowly into the marrying of a morpheme and it's base
its the careful intertwining of letters that made me think of heartbreak
to place it a little less coyly
how easily we could marry in and security to bring the anti of the original meaning
and how less seamlessly we part from testing the waters
even if you did like swimming, getting out is always freezing
like the lack of warmth from a hug that's been gone too long
and I wonder why strength of a person is placed in something so temperamental
something that relies on maintaining a temper  that is not your own
it can drive you mental, an anger rid insanity
and how the strength of someone is supposed to slightly weaken
when the hands of strength practice holding too many other grips
but as easily as marrying one grip to mean less by merely adding 's'
i'd ask to take to test that maybe we're practicing holding onto you
a little more than less so that when our will gets a bit restless, you can stand straight and tall
instead of crumpled in a ball after the terrible fall
i cannot reconcile heartbreak and negativity
because I think that heartbreak and love are happily married
outside of the social constraints of a contract
and inside of unexplainable commotion of emotion
I know I ask a lot of questions
and I know I have a lot of theories
but what never made sense to me was how to love endlessly
like just in spite of me my senses would flee leaving me chasing
and leaving someone witnessing my fury of confusion
but perhaps it never made sense to me because I arranged a divorce between heartbreak and love
before I knew who either of them were

Like dust we rise from the ground and drown the lungs of the air.

The glow of our souls illuminate the fragments falling through the cracks of our fingers.

Our time is running out as slow as sand trickles through an hourglass.
Dust collects in the corners of our hearts in wait of a lover.

We are more than dust and bones or the skin in which we live.

We are as infinite as the universe we hold inside.

Well I've reached the mountains of bliss
and dove along the floors of despair,
yet never have I once found one thing
that can't be loved and that can't be missed.
From the splitting of a family,
to the most romantic first kiss.

What is here will perish
and what is waiting will belong.
And as many that have passed
and for those yet to come,
never again will the beautiful notes
of your soul sing the same song.

So now what is found,
whether it be easy like a waltz through the clouds,
or a grueling crawl along the devil's ground,
appreciate what is transient
and praise what is eternal.
Because what is here now,
will get cast to ashes in infinity's infernal.

and there was a feeling -
a glowing in her chest,
a blooming nurtured by music,
an energy lulled by rest.

it moves through all things,
this pervading catharsis -
you may find it in the cracks,
or the things on your list.

as for her, she found it
on a road to nowhere -
one of a million infinites,
too heavy for her to bear.

she could no longer move the thing,
for hindered by her own weight was she.
she held in her chest a heavy heart,
dry heaving her way to her heaven to be.

and that was when she realized,
as the wind lifted her chin -
infinite is only as big as infinite is,
until infinite comes crashing in.

"what's left of me then?"
she sighed to herself.
and then the wind whispered, humble and true.
"what's left of you is still the very you."

"you may be the girl who has never won
after staring cruel despair in the face.
you may be on a million roads to nowhere,
but this is just the start of your race."

"the you who your mother cradled in her breast,
the you who looks at the world with wonder,
the you with color in her eyes and flowers in her smile,
who thinks light can be both a question mark and an answer."

a smile slowly began to set on her face,
subtly at first, then shining through her skin.
she no longer feared and fed on anxiety;
she felt stronger than she'd ever been.

soon she let go of what was no longer there,
and slowly she learnt to no longer despair.
with an open mind and a heart so true,
she began her journey into the blue.