humanity

My Deer

My tremble is not fear.
Sad I gaze at you,
Come toward you,
Unseeing

My eyes can’t move.
Heavy my limbs,
Cease before you,
Empowering

My weakness not yours
Light my bones
Glass between us,
Shattering

Bleed.

~Belinda~

Hearts fallen

Close and near,

Side to side interspersed.

Light, night, small in flight

Seasons changed lay

Around

Unbound, found

Still, on the ground.

One picture inspires much into the night.

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Happy.

Accepting of this place.

I am without yearning nor fathoming, nor wishing to change it by my own hand, other than be who I am within my hands.

Still there is the abyss. I stand upon the edge catching a glimpse of all that moves below the surface of everything existance is.

The stongest voice I hear, though silence it my soul does try, remains-

A whisper, a rhyme, a nightingale shrine, the dream from before till tomorrow, the lost puzzle piece, the whole storyline.

I am grateful and peaceful with and for that, and feircly furious on the edges of my maddening mind.