Wilt

There is a difference between being alone and loneliness.

The screams of silence are louder than the summer storms thunder

yet I sit back, let it rain around me and inside me.

It has come to visit me again, 

the darkness that I prayed never to meet again.

It floats, drowns me internally. 

I lose air, I lose sight. I lose the vision of what is healthy and right.

Yet, I am here again. In the realm of no color.

But red. I see the red. I see the light so slightly.

Do not fade, do not leave me. Do not let me sink into the crevasse of this loneliness.

It is dark and cold here. I want to feel warm, 

will you hold me?

The Moment

It was then, in that moment that I realized the purpose of my existence.

I felt the power, my power. 

I felt it sink into a soft soul. 

I saw it glow in green sharpness. 

The stars in his eyes, of sea glass,

vibrantly engulfed in that spark.

How did I get here. How did the universe lead me to this one infinite moment.

The moment.

Afraid of change, but desperate for evolution.

I evolved that morning, into my purest form.

And I thought, how did I let myself fall for so long, without connection 

with staleness.

When did I begin to soulfully die, at the hands of those who are meant to hold me up.

How did I not know I was not flying back to my true light

yet I was sinking into the deepest of darkness.

My aching, my hearts desires, my longing. 

All I felt and know was magic, in 

the moment.