Posts tagged: thoughts
dreamlike shapes in the clouds, fleeting worlds of lucid imagination. endless stories among gravity defying vapors, mosaics of divine teardrops suspended by invisible threads. the face of god mirrored in mystic waters, the horizon at the crossroads of destiny - yet the smallest pebble conjures ripples, disrupting the whole of its being. infinitesimal cause of boundless effect: the slightest shift in the wind changes the world. our fate is balanced on the devil’s finger, an unpredictable motion of push and pull, near and far, tantalizing closeness and unreachable distance. we are yin and yang, frost and fire, energies colliding and coalescing into something less and something more.
such a strange world into which i have wandered. so deep in daydreams, the sun becomes the moon becomes the single working streetlight in a neglected neighborhood. i’ve lost my bearings, no sense of direction, no markings on the road. i’m a stranger to this part of town. what am i waiting for? the next sunrise, the next exit, the next train out of here. this map is misleading, i’ve been walking in circles; i swear i’ve seen that same tree a dozen times. meandering footpaths branching into synaptic space, visions of glacial eyes freeze the rivers and bridge the gaps. reflecting moonlight, parting clouds of raven feathers, shattering the obsidian sky, a sudden rush of familiarity - i have been here before. a steady clarity, the blooming of roses and the scent of rain. stranded among shrouded thoughts, hidden in the outskirts, i have found you, i have found escape.
what’s a game you can never win? a staring contest with the ceiling. oh, the times i’ve tried. when sleep shies away from you in the blackest hours of the morning, what more fun is there to be had? don’t blink, your mind tells you. perhaps you whisper it, knowing no one can hear you, and it rings out in the silence. what’s the point? what’s the point of a game you can never win? an exercise in futility; for every battle worth fighting, another is a lost cause. if the walls could answer to your whispers, what would they say? we are your world, we are your cage. we conceal you from the chaos. the only light in the room is your memory. you wish for us to disappear, but why can’t you look away? defeated by the ceiling, you challenge the walls. again and again, the lesson is repeated: it’s a game you can never win. sleep, are you awake? come over, i could use your company.
my words are merely the surface - the shimmering, undulating droplets of thought that rise and fall with the tides of love and fear, memories and dreams; the tides that pull us through time, our driving forces. beyond the surface, beyond what eyes can see, beyond what hands can touch, lies a lost world, omnipresent yet invisible, like a mirage that lingers in your mind long after it has left your eyes and pushes you to madness with its memory. a lost world where no light reaches and yet all is clear, where the pressure is crushing and yet the heart thrives. words are the key and the door and the window to this world, through which the soul passes and finds the mysteries that lie beneath. my words are the surface, concealing a hidden realm, abounding with life. my words are the genesis; my love is the end.
i am so lost in you. for the life of me i can’t remember when i last knew my heart, when i last knew it was safe and sound. it’s been a while. you seem to run and hide, and my heart gets carried away with you, as if ensnared and drawn to you by a loose thread of your light reaching out to pierce me and shake me and consume me. i don’t fear this as i feel i should; i welcome it, yearn for it. it thrills me, overjoys me as much as it pains me and destroys me. i am so lost in you and yet i do not wish to be found. never have i been lost in a more wondrous place.
