Infinitely

Unbeknownst to you, my dealings are illicit
And every moment we propose to inspire 
We ponder in the vapors rising in the air
Could you see me through the smoke,
Will you breathe in what I have let go? 
Light up, watch the flame, down to the ashes. 

We smoke illusions, speaking of mindless musings and endless thoughts. The night becomes ours and we linger in the haze a little longer, believing in something real, a bit of the truth to speak to us as we wait. The air turns white, our breaths staining the cold. Or is it those illusions? 

Sifting through my memories

Almost with the same feel of
Ruffling through the pages
Of a book well read
The spine’s worn down
Soft and blurred
The past seems so- good

But it’s time I put this book down
And started writing again 

I was a bird once and that’s when I learned,

Of the feeling you get, right when you let go of the ground

It’s trust in the wings on your back, but more so
The trust in your heart despite that momentous and unnerving feeling of falling
that grasps your mind and constricts your lungs
The trust that the wind will pick you up and lift your wings upwards
and keep you soaring above in the great vast blue 

And you can forget about the feeling of falling,
The questionably frightening thought of defying gravity

At least until next time. 

See this great expanse
that lies before you
And you want to shy your eyes
away from this vastness
But this is your future
it lies before you
Your path to make
whatever may come
It is yours to take
to give, to fight
To love, to overcome
yours.

Now, go. 

(Don’t stop)

Don’t try to read the next page of your life before you finish this one. It’ll all start to not make sense if you do that. There’s a meaning behind every word on this page, and every page counts. I know, sometimes it’s boring. But sometimes it’ll make you smile so hard your face is hurting. Sometimes it’s terrifying. Sometimes you’re crying so much you can’t even make out the next word. But guess what, as long as there is a next word, it’s your responsibility to keep on reading. Because this is your life and no one else will read it for you. So read until the very last page, even if the binding feels like it will fall apart in your hands, even if it’s dark and your eyes seem to be becoming blinder by the minute. 

This is a frigate of all my memories
and it will float right past me
and sail beyond my past
It will anchor deep within me

I don’t believe in letting go
Or forgetting
I believe in letting it
become a part of me
that’ll shape who I will be tomorrow

The winds cast on the sails
Full blown, this is the voyage
Bear me far, far away 

Oh yes, these violent cravings veiled by indifference, this thirst that will never be quenched, these are things that that rule the underworld.
Forever seemed too far for some and too small for them- forever seemed too limited for them and those chose to travel the path down to “nowhere.” You see, they left the underworld, with high thoughts of finding something that they ought not to find. But this is why they did it, because they knew it was beyond their reach and past their sights. 
Those left in the underworld called them foolish, insane- scoffed and laughed at them, told stories of them along with children’s riddles and jokes. Then they became folklore and legends of yore, passed down among generations until the story became something about a hero and a damsel in distress- fighting off dragons that breathed fire.
Perhaps they were not far off, the ones that left the underworld for “nowhere” to seek something that they knew they would never find. Maybe they were the ones fooling themselves into thinking that there was more to it than the highs and lows and the love and hate. Who was to know which path was wiser?
Then perhaps, these two paths resided within each other metaphysically. Maybe everyone had chosen to go down both of these paths, losing themselves countless times in the journey. Eventually they would all but dissipate into the next. 

(stranded)

Be this an 
extended metaphor for Life
then you, would be mistaken

Awakening
amongst such thoughts
Is just like
falling asleep into
Deep slumbers
and meandering dreams

Weary sighs
will carry you far
But only down
and not really forward
Or up 

Be this the Truth
then again, you would be mistaken
For truth is nothing
nothing but what you believe
You are truth

And so am I 

A Journey

Through a wilderness so deep that you will never be able to find your own shadow
Walk a thousand miles and never hear a voice but your own
Your echoes will sink into the air and never surface again
The mist may be dark and wearisome, but you will walk on
Through uncertainties so heavy that you will feel it dragging your feet
It’ll feel like hesitation and fear, and hopelessness and rejection
Until you find what you are looking for, you will not know what it is
But you will keep looking because you will not be able to stop
Your feet and hands will be callused and rough
Your heart and soul- raw and torn
But when you find what you are looking for, you will understand
Why it is that we all keep looking 

I suspect you talk like water
Tipping and flowing
Syllables tumbling over one another
In a stream
The cadences rising and descending
Like the breathing of waves