a small token of kindness (6th August 2021)
i have at times, pondered over the sun; with a soft talk and steel eyes. and the moon, i may have gotten drunk in it; for i had most certainly and very unbelievably held it by my sleeve and consumed its wounds with my bruised tips.
and later, my experience broke to me that it had vanished; somewhere to the woods, some place away from my warmth.
the sun, the moon, your heart and light all are present somewhere beyond the length of your arm; like escaped convicts living but with their shadows entirely alone, in the dense but somewhat alive earth.
like an iridescent flame, like the bulb of June that glows with power, like the shawl of a seashore that wraps the hurt with salt- they purify the air; make it livable and latticed with fragrance.
they are far, but present. and perhaps that is what outlines their importantance. they seldomly drop close to the earth. they ought to not, for it is better they stay out of human reach.
tell me; how many a soul have you killed? how many a heart you have spoiled? without touching.
so what then would be the case if you could possibly hold them in your palms?
crush them; like the flower you had intoxicated with your false trust, like the bird that was consoled with lust and the bleeding womb that you have betrayed.
far off- where your blood drenched fingers cannot stain them with murder- they are better. their love from a distance is all that you befit. and they are better- without their eyes getting clogged with your disgusting skin.
this is who we are; this is what we are like.
and so, do you know what God did with our heart? kept them protected in a cage where our desire-laced tongues and wretched minds cannot reach.
yet this poor organ dies. like everything innocent. but it is better off caged in our ribs, like the sun is by the sky.
#adropofhumanity
