Translucent

Translucent

I am
translucent.
Wildly unprepared
for the light.

Shards

shards header

Wild-eyed,
bloody-fingered,
I gather slivers of me.

A thousand sharp shards
shining,
glinting malevolently
in the moonlight.

Collide

Collide

And when we collide
we split like atoms, destroying
worlds, and I am lost
to myself.

Stars

Stars

You are made of those stars you crave.

And it’s so hard sometimes, and you can’t sleep for crying and the room closes in. You feel you have no control, but that’s the illusion. If only you’d remember, the whole world is yours. You create all that you see.

Trip

trip

Grass between my toes, the sound of sitars.
I sway with the breeze.
I melt with the moment becoming,
becoming.

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