12.7.25
send me
on
my WAY.
i may
send me
on
my WAY.
.
the melancholia
OVER
the PASSING of
time re
FUSES
to age.
WHAT
re
mains is the ever
changing BODY
SELF.
.
one can only read what one
is willing to SEE. idk how to
MAKE SENSE of the senses
as i watch the familiar walls
RISING
around
a heart
too scarred to be exposed
to moonlight. LIGHT ME up.
no
one can take away from me
what i put into my POETRY
+ so i pour my emotionality
into
this safest place for it to be.
.
let it
move on
to
move on.
FOR
things to
shift
they may
feel un
STABLE.
.
feeling tender
around letting
go
speaks of the
CAPACITY to
CARE deeply.
.
is it
is it
is it
the natural
FORCE of
magnetism
or
chestrating
what
ONE
is drawn to
merge with.
.
life com
POSES
+de
com
POSES moments
into a seemingly
un
related series of
motion pictures
one a
SPIRES to make
meaning OF. un
HELD a
midst the MESS
we are dancing
limbo.
for a moment it
all made sense
THEN it passed.
.
ONE may
let things
wash
through
+ see
where
ONE
is
taken to.
.
every
ONE may BE
lieve
what
ever
what
ever
what
ever
they
want.
human reality
is
finite.
do you look
at the moon
WHEN i do.
.
tending
ex
tending
into the
VAST di
mension
of
sensation
in
the vacuum of
i fail to
under
stand
TIME passing
like
water through
the
touch
of the softest
hand.
.
pre
tending is
ex
HAUSTING.
pre
tending to
NOT FEEL
versus
tending to
HOW i feel.
tending to
my
tendencies.
HERE we
fall AGAIN.
.
in the process
of re
CLAIMING
part of self
the PRIOR
abandonment
is brought
to LIGHT.
what lies in the
sub
conscious
re
MAINS un
KNOWN
until it surfaces.
.
a hundred times
who am i.
a hundred times
goodbye.
every one+thing
is
up for changing.
where to are we
shape SHIFTING.
.
staying PRESENT
w/ the
mess is
the way through
it
as one navigates
what e
merges moment
arily. up
holding
the self w/ grace.
.
when intuition
is
trusted
cosmic support
is
coming
in. some things
are
not
to be analysed.
.