#celestialrambler

I see it—

Raging colors,

Shattered spectrums,

Chaos painting meaning.

You see it too—

Lines, curves,

A clarity vague,

A form taking form.

They see it too—

In myriad ways,

Shapes and figures,

Each with its own name.

We become something—

Object, concept,

Larger than being—

A miracle in tandem.

Do you wonder,

or do you believe,

that we deserve to see

not afraid, just miserable

I’m not trying to run away.

I’m trying to breathe.

Staying here doesn’t scare me—it’s not fear, it’s misery.

Not terror, just a slow ache. Like clipping a bird’s wings, then telling her to be grateful for the cage.

I don’t hate this place.

I hate the version of me that has to exist to stay in it.

There’s a yearning in me—not for escape, but for expansion.

I was not built to be rooted. I was meant to fly.

And leaving?

It isn’t weakness.

It’s not uprooting.

It’s becoming.

Because I finally understand:

I’m not too much for this world.

I'm a ghost drifting endlessly. Tethered to this world by nothing but gravity. Oh, how I wish for someone to reach out.

The silence echoes. Oh, so loud. It reverberates through my being. My thoughts scatter in space. Oh, so fragile.

Will I see the sunrise, or disappear with the moon? The stars glimmer as if they know. Yes, I know. You are not here.

A void rests in my heart. It is filled with loneliness. I conceal it in falsehood. This agony is unbearable. Don’t let it seize.

Trees. Our eternal companions. Whenever loneliness creeps in and life feels heavy, look around you. You'll always find these magnificent beings, with rings of struggle etched into their trunks and a lifetime of wisdom in their branches. They've stood their ground, inching forward with each tiny step, thriving in the harshest conditions without ever harboring resentment. From fragile saplings to towering giants, from grasses to cacti to conifers, there's an all-encompassing, timeless kindness in their existence. Let us befriend them, forming an eternal bond of love and companionship.