I am probably the most honest person in my family. However, whenever I speak my mind about something, most of the time, I get judged for it. My family calls me "rude" and "disrespectful". I don't think I am. At least I am not bottling my feelings inside like most people my age do.
I'm baffled by her artwork way the painter be my maker may her beauty shades of indigo I feel her pulse on my soul sew a dreamer may I be but now for when I sleep a golden bough I see her there on waking line and when I'm here, her pulse beats mine we live amalgam, mulling full ...albeit ephemeral; the chasms full of cosmic care day calls the light, I hold her there don't come for me, stay resting sun for when I wake, I breathe love none and strangers act we truly be you true reside thus dreams don me
Hidden star against the dark backdrop of night. Not seen... Not heard... Struggling to assert existence with waning light.
Stifled are the stories dying to be told. Eclipsed are the emotions within collapses and folds. Cloaked is the voice that screams in silent anguish. Disenchanted is the will that once spoke of flourish.
I see you black star... Know that... You're nearer than far. Dig deep... Past the charred, crumbling skin. Dig deep... Into the beating heart within.
Know that... You're better than any of them. Any of us. Time will only reveal, what the sky sought to despicably conceal. Your true calling. Not as the quiet sentinel that no one sees... but a cosmic gem.
. For those who are constantly being overlooked, misjudged and wronged in any way.
I see you... . Inspired by Radiohead's "Black Star".