stone ages

flowofmind

And you're runningrunningrunning. The drums pound with your blood, in and out and in and out. and you don't know where you're going because the drums are driving you. your drums are your direction. and their simultaneously squeezing you, squeezing to get something out of you, anything out of you, a tear, a scream. anything. but you don't give it. you can't. and so you let them down, and their disappointment is evident as they melt away, slowly, and they leave a blank, airy place in you where the wind blows, and now you cry. now you cry and you try to flood the space that they left so open in you. but it won't fill, it drains out and cannot be refilled. this piece cannot be replaced. now there is just noise, but no drive, no directions. and your tears fill up the woods that you end up in and you can't swim because of the vines and the voices that are tying you down to the earth, and you can feel it's heartbeat through them, and it's motherly and it softens you, makes your heart pulsate with its own, and you want to stop struggling and float freely among the salty seas that you created in your desperate attempt to be full again. But you keep your feet kicking, trying to escape the liquid that so greedily wants to slip into your lungs, your clear and wanting lungs. The voices now curl into your ears with their soothing volume, their layers slithering to create one, one whole and developed breath. you're tired and you cant fight anymore, so your arms and your legs hang limp now, and they float wholly in the water now. the water touches the sides of your mouth, your mouth that faces up, like it wants to swallow the moon and all its velvet stars. the water seeks the opening, the opening to your pounding, straining head. it trickles in, slowly, and then after a taste of your tongue, it seeps, voraciously, conquering your mouth. and as you spit it out, trying to breath, it dances up your nose, filling your eyes. but it doesn't burn. it feels you, and you feel it. and she glimmers in the moonlight, wrapping you in her loving embrace. you breath in her blood. and you accept. and you know and a peace comes over you. and you look back up at the moon and all its velvet stars. all its velvet stars. and they still shine, they shine through you. and once you're gone, they still shine as brightly and magnificently as before.

warmlights

All from one flame, divided into four, the separated entities are all the same and birthed from the original singular, but each burns different wax, with different colors and different scents. But they all cast the same glow. They make up my consciousness. 

idlenotes

Tearing away the views of the surface, downdowndown the void hit the bottom and dwell there make your garden make your mark and laugh along the red red birds.

dirtyparkedcars

I wrote on that car and I promised them that they were loved. And although I did not know them, their friends, their pasts, their futures, i knew this to be completely and unabashedly true. Their faces did not matter. Their clothes did not matter. The very van that I traced on did not matter. All that mattered was their ability to know and understand the absolute certainty my finger had when I gave them that part of me.

secretskies

As we lay on our backs, we stared at the same sky. The brightness pierced us, but the clouds drew us in, enveloping us into their blue grace. They absorbed us, and erased any need for physical speak. Our minds we're enough, wandering and wisping like the gods above us. The prickly grass beneath. Our eyes wondering the same things, reflecting one another, they didn't need to see to understand. But cut too short. Like everything always is. And so we left the field that we had just spilled onto, with our messy thoughts and lives. And when we got up, we had to collect ourselves again, put ourselves back together to be accepted back into the society that is always in our peripherals.

listen:

Once you break free from those chains, do not drape them back over your wrists and pretend to be like the others. Explode into the awaiting sunlight and never be quiet again. Meet the few others amongst the clouds who have come to their Full Realization, and live with them, be with them, breath with them. Do not hide who you are and who you will be by preconceived thoughts and cliches. Look at what is happening and what will happen, but do not plan it. Do not spell it out for others to see and understand. Look into yourself and who you want to be and use that as your guiding hand. Let your dreams take you where you may, for they will never lose hope.