Under the same satellite that I was afraid to crash right at me I recite what you said was your favorite of all my poems Wide open Vulnerable But you were holding my hand, dancing in the moonlight that I've never appreciated before 'cause I was too afraid by it's hidden, yet bright eyes following me, naked with all of my secrets But you were holding my hand And I was With you Unafraid to die Free.
This is a response to a poem entitled Satellite by Alfonso Manalastas, a spoken word artist in the Philippines. It was a poem about anxiety, and the way it embraced me felt like this.
Even if the golden jellyfish are disappearing I'll always have one with me. The best one out of them all, has never left or let me fall. If I sank deep enough before, their lake would've consumed me; left me poisoned and faded. but with him I'm unafraid I'll drown in his arms before I worry about pointless things.