a small token of kindness (1st October 2021)
when my eyes search the sky like the child its mother in the crowd of dry daffodils, it seems fearful and afraid of its vulnerability; nuzzling itself small into my collarbone. nothing lives in it or with it or even beside it. it stays, somewhere close to the universe we claim, somehow the farthest away. should it not be given a corner for itself, far away from its body and spine, like a soul?
existence of time there is a delusional game of dolour; circumstances play on repeat and no model of time frames it like a body with curves and dips. must it serve only as a blanket of survival; serving between the space and the earth as an autumnal harmonica?
it appears dusted with freckles and blushed with clouds, dressed with unfinished lyrics and dampened with fire, housed by yearning eyes and valued by the shades of blue. is it not a fact of astonishment that it has endured all alone; whilst displaying the message of suffering, the colour of blue?
perhaps his prayers held the powers of the world that he was granted with a ball of happiness just as huge as himself- the sun.
the sight of the sky now a treasure unreachable.
however love; it is dirty and scathed, unruly and it is silly. it is not always a source of reliability. for when the sun rises and it sets, it explodes into the sky like a balloon popped with a needle.
about love, they lied. it is not specific to things of beauty, it is rather a language spoken lavishly by the ones deemed ugly.
it was never a bed of roses, it is instead, a choker of thorns. which is why it is left behind, for the memories to feed upon.
It is death like the wax close to the flame of the burning candle. and if one is brave enough to embrace it, it is both the sunrise and the sunset that the world often chokes over; as soft as the wild.
#adropofhumanity
