Tumultuous darkness surrounds me. It laps around my resting body, standing, Poised to take whatever step found easy. Eyes closed. The sensation of the darkness around me, It's silence and it's clenching emptiness Swirling at the chance of stealing another Position to act as stimuli.
The sensation across my skin muddles my thoughts. I am who I am. Eyes closed, Mind swirling. Reckless in my environment, I step, With the grounds shifting, I step, Darkness unceasing; I step.
If a door passes by, I open it. If a hand reaches out, I pull it. If ground stops shifting, I look down at it... Whether or not the darkness eases, Unceasingly, Step
my body is dynamic, in flux you touched me and I was reborn nerve endings rebuilt stronger the outside changed too hair colour through rainbows makeup for every mood sparkled sensory systems grew and changed immortalized by your lips with your fingers on my skin connections newly created yet so familiar and at peace eyes wandering over your face one I had loved so intensely now my moon no longer recognizes the wrinkles formed at the corners when I smile or laugh or play you loved me as I was, once though every part of me replaced shifted and altered to becoming unrecognizable or similar to when we had first met I was made new because of you while you believe I am the same after everything had changed
when my brain stops beating and it stops festering in its perplexing notions and stop-motion contraptions it's veins and nerves will turn into strings and wires for bold machines and troubled moulds to gather as it floats above the murky water eating the life it rests amongst
tampering with the wildlife it so valued, in its shelter that is now broken as it melts into the soil and becomes a stone of solitude that looks upon the stars by the coast and meditates along the margin of its past life
The transition from death to another state is not painful in itself; that is reserved for those who are left behind. For without pain, there is no fear. And so, we should leave this world the same way we come into it...fearless. Time is no longer of consequence...the hands of Death's clock are forever bound by the depths of eternity.
just a thought....not sure what else to call it. It affects all with its effects.
goodbye lover, goodbye my broken heart will heal but my youth will never restore if I could return the stolen moments I would, tenfold, back to you I have no right to keep them hostage I know my emotions were never your responsibility, though I guiltily made them your cross to bear you exchanged sadness for pleasure though I love you not for what you did or the ways you'd make me laugh or feel or the times you'd make me think and care but because I felt as though I saw you goofy, odd, brilliant, funny, wonderful, **** my feelings are always genuine and though we have bid one another farewell I am certain my feelings will remain long after my youth and body have gone so adieu chéri, adieu-- some infinities are longer than others the one we shared has never ended for me though I can't give back these thoughts the knowledge of loves existence is my burden someday, days or years lifetimes or centuries from now a rainbow will touch the ocean because my love for you spans a greater infinity than time itself but until that moment arrives (if it ever arrives in this life time) goodbye sweet love, goodbye-- for as long as you'd like
one path smooth and easy it never leads to happiness but maybe I could fool myself into thinking your heart never made me feel anything at all and if I squeeze my eyes shut and wish very hard while I count the songs of origami swans or the rings of tree branches like a boreal ribcage around the path I'll wonder if the trees were happier rooted
the other road is treacherous my heart shatters and breaks in a million new ways crossing shaky bridges with hundred foot drops and I don't come out unscathed because there's no way to perform heart surgery on yourself some weeks I'm so scared I'll bleed out entirely others, I'll spend growing alone uncomfortably finding strength in myself wondering why I didn't pick the smooth road-- though it was never a difficult decision to begin with