do you not want to disappear sometimes. melt into the air and become the void — a ghost without a shadow walking through a parallell world. run into the arms of the sunset and never look back. i am homesick for oblivion and places beyond the sky, and on days like this i find myself missing the emptiness, for now my mind is overcrowded and there are just too many people my heart needs to beat for.
do you not want to forget sometimes. wake up one day and have no knowledge of who you are. you can start again as a blank slate, released from habitual thoughts and past experiences. there is nothing but the present, and the sound of a train thundering in your ears. i long for the unknown, the age-ridden cliffsides and the hidden face of the moon. and before the waiting dawn i will shed my skin and morph into a formless form. unbind the atoms out of which my body is weaved; become the morning mist.
do you not wonder sometimes. what worlds exist within this world. whether there is a god out there. in which universe you find love — the kind that renders poets wordless. what it is like to unravel into nothing. what it is like to unbecome.
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