Rain Dance

I Don’t Know

I don’t know

Is there meaning without answers?

I’m so lost

The world fades

Eyes find solace

In the back of my head

Darkness falls like a curtain

Cold ground

Catches my fall

Cradles me as the pain

Waits to set in

The ceiling greets

My fluttering eyes

And my first waking thought

Is of you

I’m flush

With a cascade

Of sweet tears

Of comfortable pain

That I’ve felt

Too many

Times

Before

And I don’t know

Because there are no answers

1 month ago Notes (0)

Freedom

I am letting go

The way the sun releases the earth to the moon

letting you go, excavating you from my heart

and this go, shredding the documents of my burdens

and me go, a bird tasting heaven for the first time

Giving up isn’t the right word

Freeing myself

Opening myself to the cosmic uncertainty of the universe

Random

Untamed

And always in flux

2 months ago Notes (0)

The truest Sentence

Ernest Hemmingway said to always start by writing the truest sentence you can think of; here’s mine. We are all shattered, going through life searching for the moments where we feel whole. If you think back on your existence, the only memories that come to mind are those where you forget that you are a million different parts in a million different directions, and of course sometimes you remember the times when you were especially broken. Because that is all there is to it. Broken, and the illusion? The feeling? Of being put back together.

2 months ago Notes (3)

Break

beggars-might-ride:

I took the knowledge
That I still loved you
And let it break me.

I let it rage in my heart,
A controlled burn
That obliterated me.

I can taste every picture.
Every memory is a pinprick
And my heart is full of holes.

There are some things
You cannot escape
No matter how far you run.

3 months ago Notes (4)

We may not always understand what every word means, or why it was said, sang, whispered. But that doesn’t matter, because when something comes from the soul there doesn’t have to be comprehension, just connection. And if you have that then you know exactly how a person feels, and that is the true purpose of communication.

3 months ago Notes (1)

What it Means to be Together

Hold my hand, but feel my pulse so that you can hold my heart. Kiss my lips with passion and touch my life with love. Hold my waist and my dreams in your palms so that when I forget who I am you can remind me with your hands. Look into my eyes with tenderness and remember their color so that when you lay in fields of grass you’ll think of me. Hug me when it snows so that we will know what its like to be warm from our love alone. Dance with me on the porch when it rains so we know that we can protect each other from the storm.

5 months ago Notes (0)