SAVE ME // POETRY & PROSE

xvi. green eyes ignited something inside of me

XVI. GREEN EYES IGNITED SOMETHING INSIDE OF ME

a forest reflected on the surface of a river. a forest full of life, so calm yet so crowded. the grass that spreads on the ground, the trees so high that they mimic hands extending towards the sky, trying to get a piece of the atmosphere.
flowers grow everywhere, even inside your brain, and they climb up your bones, entering your rib cage. you breathe the purest oxygen and you only speak in complex metaphors.
you wear warm colours so you don't feel as cold as your heart wants you to feel and you sing with the birds so the weight of the world doesn't feel as heavy on your shoulders and the loneliness doesn't suffocate you, like hands made of ice around your throat.
you run with the wolves so you can discover freedom but the chains on your feet keep pulling you back and reminding you that you  a r e   n o t   free, you've never been and you never   w i l l   b e.

the sun goes down and the stars come out to shine.
the flowers inside you go to sleep but your heart keeps pounding.
the rain starts falling and you close your eyes. you believe you can let the water wash away everything, all that you were and all that you weren't, all that you are and all that you aren't, all that you'll be and all that you'll never be.
but you were only deceiving yourself, nothing can wash away what is carved on your skin and swimming in your veins.
the air feels so thick and nothing feels like home anymore, you think about all the things you left behind.
not that it matters that much now, does it?
you wanted to leave everything behind, so you did.
but it still chases you in the form of thoughts and the clouds that pass above your head, reminding you can't run away forever.
you look at the moon in awe. you wonder what it is like to live on the moon. maybe there you'd truly be free? maybe there you could finally find yourself and erase all the memories?

at last, from the top of the cliff, in sync with the howl of the wolves and the weeping of the skies, you jump.

-- the earth never stops so you have named your brain earth.