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If you can’t sleep,

reach out to me.

Tell me nothing turned out the way you wanted.

Tell me it’s not so complicated,

you just need me in your life.

I’ll be dreaming,

your face two inches from mine, our noses brushing,

our laughter opening the sky like birds startled from the trees.

Your hands will surround me,

dawn climbing the branches.

The stars will loosen from the heavens and nest in the leaves.

The moon will forget it’s meant to keep its distance.

There, nothing pulls away.

Please,

tell me I won’t have to keep

Not a deception,

but a sacred garment woven from stardust,

water,

memory,

and time.

It is the mask through which the Infinite laughs,

the instrument through which silence becomes birdsong,

the temporary shape the formless borrows

to feel rain,

to cradle a child,

to write a poem,

to gaze at the evening sky and wonder.

When the costume says,

“I am only this,”

forgetting begins.

When the costume becomes transparent,

the Actor shines through.

The role continues.

The lines are spoken.

The tears are real.

The laughter is real.

Yet beneath every expression,

there remains only the One

wearing countless faces,

changing costumes without ever changing Itself.

What miracle,

that the Boundless should slip into skin,

look into a mirror,

and for one timeless instant,

you’ve taught me

it’s holding on

to scalding-hot metal

i have so much to give

my emotions, a part of me

i’ve accepted, on this

journey

but you..

insist

anchoring me

to the edge of that cliff

and as i stare down at the abyss

the darkness feels

familiar

how can i love you?

what are you asking of me?

frozen on that ledge

forevermore?

was it all a farce?

if only i could turn back time

i’d never allow

my sweet, naïve little self

to be fooled by the warmth

everyone is talking

I just want to sit in silence

can I just read against you

You walk through the woods like you’re walking through time

Was the path already there when you started or were you the one to cut it?

Did the trees leave the trail in anticipation of you?

Maybe they gently leaned apart to give you

a space, a sanctuary, a home

You retread old ground and go back to

Your beginning, the start of it all

Before the expectations

Before even mankind

Instead of becoming a victim of pain, you weaponize it. Now everywhere you look is a burial ground filled with collateral damage.

You don't have a shot at being loved when you're too busy alienating yourself, let alone loving others. When fury becomes a poison, it seeps into every connection, squashing the faintest possibility of softness.