emotionally clothed; to deny myself the right to be liberated. to rain and soak into the soil, not smeared in my palms and brushed upon my legs. good riddance, I’d say. and you have no say. this is my way. a masculine form has lived in me with greed. and now I welcome this experience. for this need to be met and I shall carry my burdens no longer, and my growth, discontinued, to stump. a tender craving I have to blossom, and the earth shall be my performer, and the sun my spotlight. and the moon, my animated story teller. and now that he shares, the feminine will be starved no more. a star she will be. a naked star. vulnerability can be quite captivating you see.

Your hands linger short of late.
What took your time for me to sit and wait?
Slowly and painfully.
But sure enough you lingered, while I longed.
For tongues to tie, a union of two.
Two who emerge from lost feelings, to be looked upon by tender eyes.
To be seen I’ve longed.
And here you are in front of me, holding my heart as you bare it.
bare my tails of woe, tales of tears, and what I need to let go.
For a hand so great, could ever hold this grief; it could only be yours.
Now rest in mine, tired boy.
I hold guilt for asking of you to hold the weight.
If the dense truth of who I am, what came of me and what I’ve came of, is too tiring of a burden; tell me.
For you to linger a little more, would mean the world.

My neck is stretched and my heart is soaring.
My eyes have been blessed.
Baptized in a sea of sparkling treacle.
A sticky mess; I find myself stuck in an artwork.
Something so vast; I could never understand this artists mind.
My place is anywhere but this soil I stand upon, my feet are walking but I am never far from where I've been, am or will be.
All is now and now is everything.
I hold this key but there is no locked door to open.
Or is it a safe?
A diary?
Unbranded, I must look.
Directions to an unknown destination.
Is there anything that needs fixing?
Or are the screws fitted tight?
Does the bulb still hold light?
My neck is stretched.
I see a dome with lights, stuck to the unbreakable glass.
Dying to fall to the earth and flourish in our roots.
With the secrets, the directions.
I am blind.
Until I see the stars; I am unseeing and ignorant.
Like glowing rain that's stopped still in time and space.
     Until they fall.
Making humanity bloom.
I wait for this day.
A time that will never come.
A time that's already been.
A time seconds from now.
When that light falls upon my filthy skin.
I will be.

A city abroad. A long way from home. New country to new home.
And the universe gave birth to the one body a second time.
These pavements have never been walked upon by the little feet of Vietnam.
Pavements walked by many; yet the feeling is so refreshing.
A Street she will never walk down, decisions she will never make.
As irrelevant as it may seem, no matter how pointless our existence may be.
A human can wonder, and wander.
A human. That is all I am, and that is all I will be.
Nothing we do makes a difference in the great scheme of things.
As we are a speck in the history of a universe that is billions of years old

It was as if the ghostly hands of his very soul had grasped my two shoulders and shook me till I was numb. A violent whirl of emotions had consumed my entire being and the feeling was so abrupt I almost felt sick. The moment the first sound escaped his lips I was captivated. I was his devoted prisoner, locked in his head. His heart.
His voice was so disturbingly beautiful.
His aura overflowed; the dark passion he dispersed with every note he sang took me to a place only he had been. A place he created. A place where he was alone. I felt so special, so important, to be the first person he had taken to this place.
His lips trembled as his voice slowed to a stop. My soul slowly gravitated back to its rightful place in my body, though I preferred being way up high with the stars, with the power of the universe, the place of which Evan goes when he sings, I knew I would always end up in this shell.