“Let us not look back in anger, nor forward in fear, but around in awareness.”
soft music, distorted voices
flirting with life, searched for your beat.
low light, blurred illusions
flashing bright strobes, groped for your pulse.
quiet whisper, distressed whistles
fluctuating sound waves, reached for your vibe.
gentle scent, deepened inhales
fluttering above myself, longed for your savor.
slow movement, magnified rhythms
floating into us, danced for your heart.
sultry breeze, unfurled sails
forsaking rusted anchors, departed for your star.
distant alarm, awakened senses
flying toward forever, arrived for your now.
I have been in love
with hating myself
why is being so good
why is being so soft
there is a fish that only grows
to the size of its tank.
“It always seems impossible until it’s done.”