| | (i'm just like you, and we're all different, but wishing for the same)
nights like these
the waves roar through the trees
leaves scrape across my skin
flurry fast
i tread black and white squares across the pavement. across the grass.
someday i'll learn to be beyond the path.
slowly, slowly. to feel the wind. to listen
stand.
ducks ripple agitatedly on the water
i wonder if i will ever see a tree fall.
i look through the leaves and i see the orange lights.
bulbs of bright. bulbs of light.
haunted and mysterious, the world is wild tonight.
my hair is a halo blown in black and red flame, my eyes are burning with all your forgotten names. i stand alone by the waters and watch the reeds scream. ducks cackle in the dark, shadows on the surface of a sea and i contemplate jumping in to see if the waters will hold me. nights like these i think it's been too long since i've been one with the wild world. when the jagged empty forlornness sweeps in and fills me up. nights like these i stare out the corner of my eye at a warmth and a window that i should never ever know. something that tumbled out of place in the universe and my weakness latched on to.
i think. i'd like to take photos tonight, but i'm just going to breathe it in with my entire skin instead.
i think. too much.
maybe i've always been this alone.
nights like these.
i can be one with the wind and the voices that rustle. the slashes of clouds that follow the stars. with the almost-image of you and almost-tears for almost-loss.
and terrible, empty, aloneness in a beautiful place.
to know god.
and turn around. feel the weight of the air. closeness in my head.
the laughing screams of the living, they will dissipate.
i said, the world could end now and it'd all be alright.
and death would be but a drawing near
to everything beautiful and bright.
only
maybe because
i do not understand.
for here and now,
we are all abandoned into the emptiness of our minds
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