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It’s as if you are written in my code.
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In this exact moment I somehow feel empty yet whole at the same time.
I can’t help but respect this side of myself that’s tiredly, trying to find its way back to life.
There were two opposing skies divided on either side of me this morning.
Uniquely and eerily parallel
both slightly mocking the movement of an hour glass.
They represented my brittle, tattered journeys.
The great divide.
To my right, a full moon carefully kissed the quiet hills blemished of snow
with a soft, & just—-peacefulness.
I loved the way that ice reflected this bitter but gleaming chill of solitude dwelling within.
To the left lay the most beautiful sunrise I’ve witnessed.
It represented itself as nothing I’d ever seen or felt before.
The burning of that soft, dimly lit rainbow
had somehow awakened and replenished my broken, worn soul.
I felt every color boldly displaying itself
but slowly melting and molding together so effortlessly.
I don’t know if the sky was dancing
If the heavens of the universe were showing what’s beyond its clouds
or if someone painted it there for me to see.
All I know is that it chose to stream flawlessly across that Kentucky sky the way it did
while breathing it’s life into my sleepless eyes.
It was there to let me know
that I’m not only awake and dreaming
but alive and free.
As bare tree tops glistened against dawn
as that fierce moon retired long after dusk
I realized that I do belong.
I do have a place and I am aligning with purpose.
I and infinity have become one.
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Today I took a drive…I blared my playlist on shuffle & song after perfect song played that allowed how I felt to feel right at home, it felt safe. That’s when I knew that today was supposed to happen & I were required to make the most of it—-whatever it brought. I came to sit by the water in search of some form of peace…Or even its kindred. All I could hear is what I can describe as the ‘safest silence’. I am surrounded by water almost completely; like being on a secluded island—-as I sit on the edge of a small cliff beneath shady trees. I can feel wildflowers underneath me just as if they were growing from me, because our roots feel they are one in the same…connected. I sense how they float in the wind which ever way is blowing it’s gentlest…but what I have noticed is that sometimes the wind becomes conflicted. Right here in this spot, in this moment it doesn’t know if it’s blowing in one direction or the other, let alone at one capacity or another. It’s unpredictability has left said wildflowers completely and vigorously rattled, some left worse than others. What I’ve witnessed after such a violent shaking is how they didn’t fall completely apart. How can something SO fragile be so utterly resilient? While waves are crashing the shore on one side of me…The side where a couple is fishing and there are perfectly sculpted pieces of driftwood, hundreds of scratched and worn pebbles, & empty shells still impeccably whole resting comfortably. On the opposite side the water is calm, slow moving, and deep. It’s funny how one side can be so polar from the other you’d think it’d start a war when they touched. Instead when these sides so opposite in movement crash into one another it creates conflict…The kind that realigns you, forces you to adapt and find balance. The kind that allows you to discover a new flow, & awakens parts of your being you didn’t know were there. You see, it isn’t the type of conflict that results in tragedy…it’s the beautiful kind. The kind intended by nature. That’s what you are to me & what I wish I were to you. As the sun finds openings in the tree I’m beneath, I am finding the most satisfying & comforting warmth. The kind that I’ve been searching for. It’s as if it were coddling me & assuring me that everything will be ok one day. As the sun glimmers in strongly & softly back out, the pieces it touches do not shine…they sparkle—-allowing new places once shaded to be touched by light. I hear a family of crows talking among a cluster in the sky, as I see couples in the distance sharing a picnic or walking their dog…Even still for the first time I can think of you and I feel conflicted. I feel both confused and at peace. I feel both happy and broken but somehow not afraid because I not only finally feel something, but everything all at once. The numbness has broken way. We haven’t been together in years —-& even when we were together I still don’t know if we ever truly were. On one side my love for you runs deep and is anchored, but when you come crashing into me so intensely and so unexpectedly it shakes my core so violently, it disrupts all that I know and all that I feel. What comes after is a new journey to face, one that’s lonely, unforeseen, and terrifying. That’s what you do. I’ve never known where I stand with you, all I know is where I stood but am no longer…but just sitting, just being, just existing for today is enough. More than I ever was to you.
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I’m fighting for something, but I’m not sure what
You’re not seeking my trust, while I’m seeking your love
I want you to see me but you’re looking right past
Why are these the only memories that last?
And it’s become the part of you I know best
It’s this part of you I hate…building it’s nest
You’ve taken all I have, so go on—-take the rest
You only respect me when I’m a reflection of your own miserable mess
I thought you were someone I’d love for my life
But this rug you pulled from under me
Is much colder, much thinner, more fragile than ice
How deep and dark is the stain on tables that turn
And how many rings does this wood have to earn
As it sits, as it ages, before it will learn
That it didn’t know before.
The more I yearn means the less I know but the faster the burn
Of being young and it all getting lost on your tongue
Why am I stuck praying for more?
More of your heart, more of your mind, more of your nurture, and more of your time
But instead all I get are cheap hellos and meaningless goodbyes
Oh how I could go back to being 25
To being so hopeless but still feeling alive
When I was on the brink of it all but so far from it too
is where I
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