There is so much more to life than a glance
Yet
We feel small

Days
Disgusted, peeved, put off to no end

Days
life truly captures our heart
In a space of excruciating exhaustion
of, hopelessness

And then the world blinks its eyes open to hold us
Remind us, tend to us, guide us
And believe in us

Intuition arrive with a screaming
halt!

Whisper softly
caress our most intimate
heart
with assurance

unfolding
carefully
pleasing,

everything will be fine

and when your name appears in the notification bar of my phone,
my face shines brighter than the screen of my phone

I'm sick of these transfusions
I always have to give
You're always the one dying
And you need my blood to live

Universally you recieve
But very picky how you donate
As a universal giver
This I don't appreciate

Not everybody can love me
Not everyone has what it takes
Only my kind,
I find,
Can love me, and love me straight

No matter the circumstances,
My love never be returned
Because our transfusion doesn't work that way
You leave me dry,
To die
And burn

I see you looking,
I see you staring,
I see you glaring,
I see you guessing.

Can you see me standing?
Can you see me sitting?
Can you see me smiling?
Can you see me crying?

Do I look like I'm begging?
Do I look like I'm asking?

For what?

Do I look like I'm suffering?
Do I look like I'm dying?

From what?

Can you turn it down,
My sight is turning deaf,
The sharpness echoing through town.
I can see you churn theft.

I can't deny,
Because there is a lie,
Then the other is dry,
A truth that cannot die.

"My Lord, why is there only one set of footprints?"

"Because, my child, sand people always walk in single file to hide their numbers."