a constant stream
and the world is much more beautiful than you'll ever know. I'm awkward. and I can't help but to accept it. No one can. We're beautiful. and amazing. Incredible. This world holds so much beauty. and my heart beats a thousand times. All together. All at once. and it still seems to last for a minute. That full 60 seconds. SPINNING. Around. forever. It won't stop, but I know that I will. and I won't make it awkward for you. So haunting. Oh that spell. God has transformed my heart. Now it only wants peace. and no tears. Unless they are of joy. and I'll go to every wedding crying. To ever funeral smiling. To every birth weeping for the imminent end, and dancing for that new bit of eternity. Oh how I despise that obligatory question. Change me. Petals cascade my face. and I sing. The tears glisten with joy in their streams of sadness. and sleep never ends as my new life begins. What words are there, none are left. O wicked. Bewitching little things they be, with their odd shapes and curves. I won't ask questions. and I won't make mistakes. I will only learn my lessons. Deep and green. Spark. My attention. So dark. That crown. Not mine. But what is want. Only pretending to need, what I don't. Rain. Wash out my heart. Pour through the deep dark space. Sting and burn the edges. Cleanse me through. Come clear. become murky and confusing and slow. and save me. Be in every part of me. That moment is coming. Life on this earth will finally begin. That life that can only exist here. I know where I am. Lose care for where I've been. Forget where I'm going. Beauty. It's. All. MINE.
A new page. and still my heart pours. Into this space it goes. My thoughts. Many hopes. Enough dreams. One day... you'll get it. My world is my own. So still and alone. Words. Beautiful words. What else can they encite? Strange and Beautiful. As is the world. Who am I? Me. Beautiful me. Only. and forever. My world dances. It has no axis. Just a stage, that is the vast cosmos. and Yours have no power, for only mine resonate in my head. Haunted is the heart that is left alone. The leaves are green. the petals pink. the grass grows. the dew tickles. and so progresses my world. A shower of glass. Now you're awake. and still you sleep. You're lost. You'll never understand. The loss is entirely yours. I have my winnings. My earnings are found in every new moment. So fresh. the view. and that breath of rainy wet air. exhale.
[perhaps i'm going crazy, but i think i've just found my sanity]
A new page. and still my heart pours. Into this space it goes. My thoughts. Many hopes. Enough dreams. One day... you'll get it. My world is my own. So still and alone. Words. Beautiful words. What else can they encite? Strange and Beautiful. As is the world. Who am I? Me. Beautiful me. Only. and forever. My world dances. It has no axis. Just a stage, that is the vast cosmos. and Yours have no power, for only mine resonate in my head. Haunted is the heart that is left alone. The leaves are green. the petals pink. the grass grows. the dew tickles. and so progresses my world. A shower of glass. Now you're awake. and still you sleep. You're lost. You'll never understand. The loss is entirely yours. I have my winnings. My earnings are found in every new moment. So fresh. the view. and that breath of rainy wet air. exhale.
[perhaps i'm going crazy, but i think i've just found my sanity]