How many lives have you
started tomorrow?
How many lies have you told
yourself to postpone the final
stepping into everything you want to be?
Don’t live in pain and in the fear
of the unknown. Step into everything you
are meant to be.
When you make a mistake you will hurt
but this life you’re living is hurting you too.
You begged for the rain to last a month.
Just so we could hide under our umbrella
of mutual lies, fairytale moments and beliefs
of us ever standing a chance.
Once the umbrella is closed we will be
standing in the sun but we won’t
be facing each other. The raindrops hitting
my window will always bring a memory
of your touch.
A long time ago I lived on the run
from life, truth, reality and everything that hurt.
In a certain point my head banged against
a wall and the path I ran on suddenly disappeared.
The walls are closing up on me, everything I have they’re
crushing. It’s kind of hard to breathe in this fog of memories.
I was never the one to stand still and let the world
cave in around me so I did the worst possible thing.
I’ve killed. I’ve killed my touch with reality, my bond
with family, I’ve killed every single piece of me that was
too big of a danger for my sanity.
I stitched up every wound, I’ve turned every source
of pain into lyrics and quotes but the same words with
which I let go are coming from other people’s mouths and
minds and I can’t stop them from flowing my way.
The words always stay and they get engraved into my brain.
I’ll put up my mask and pretend they’re not there until I break
down again. Then I’ll just keep on being a murderer and I
won’t stop until I do the biggest crime. I’m not stopping until
I kill every last piece of humanity in me.
Numbness is my goal and it justifies all means. I’ll be a killer
until I manage to stand against anything
She finally got to hear those words.
You offered her the moon and the stars
and the sun and the whole world but she refused.
You’ve been gone for so long and she
became stronger and capable of walking alone.
The darkness wasn’t the big bad wolf trying to swallow her.
She made a friend out of it.
I dreamt our souls
were ancient celestial beings
–fused together–
by rhythmic vibrations.
We existed in another realm of living
deep within the
heart of the universe.
We traveled across
the heavens
dancing in the moonlight
so completely connected
that Time
became jealous
of our blissfulness.
He separated us
and gave us life sentences.
We spent our days
roaming the Earth
searching for one another.
The yearning for each other’s beat
drove us mad with
insufficiency.
A deficiency
of the most human kind:
a heart that longs to bind
to another’s soul.
In every person that wasn’t you
my soul called out to yours
singing and ringing
our vibration
hoping
to bring you closer to me.
The years I’ve spent waiting for you
felt like a penance
for loving you.
The tears I’ve spent wishing it was you
drowned me in loneliness.
The fears that I would never
get to be with you again
crushed my hopefulness.
On the day I thought
I felt your beat stop
–I panicked–
I sent out a beacon of light
in desperate need to find you
immediately.
Time was playing tricks on us
and speeding up our mortality.
So I closed my eyes
and willed you back to me
with every ember of my being.
I finally found you
just as I was shifting into sleep,
and you whispered:
“Time will come searching for us
no matter where we go.
So look for me here,
in between your dreams and wakeful things.
We’ll live a thousand lifetimes
together in one night.
We’ll dance and dance and dance
in the moonlight.
Our bodies will collide like planets
bound for one another
bursting into
a billion stars
that will brighten
even the darkest of nights.
I am forever yours
and you are forever mine.
Time stands still while we dream and live in between the wakeful things.
He cannot find us here.”
And so
when I know
that I can no longer escape
the need for the beat of you:
I close my eyes.
I let my heart vibrate
and find your being
and begin singing our song.
When you hear me calling for you
–please come–
run
run
run away with me
as we fuse together our souls
for all eternity.
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A little about me: I am a hopeless romantic. I love all living things. I can fall in love with the way a tree gently sways in the breeze or the timber of someone’s voice. I love to run and bake cookies. And then eat all the cookies. I live in Minnesota and yes, it is VERY VERY cold here.
Love is what happens when two wholes
combine in a feeling higher than themselves.
Attachment is what comes to life when two
broken pieces try desperately to act like
they are a puzzle.
