& eventually everyone lies,
When they talk about stardust, soul and butterflies;
We are nothing more Or less
than “A Neutron Rambling in the crowd”
Or maybe just proud
Of the existential crises
The power of not having any power
The nullified thoughts
And the imaginary consolation,
The healing power
That we posses;
Its entirely an energy
From one form to another
We are none,
Merely a particle
But never in circles….
The courage to leave,
And the strength to never look back,
Is everything we need to lead.
Be yourself; except when you can be kind,
then just be kind.
If Passion had a face it would be yours; so subtle yet obvious, it would make us believe in what is and what could be.
And to Jared I told, ”The Sun, the Moon, the planets, and the stars all rise in the east and set in the west.‘. How beautiful is that? The synchronicity, the affection, the act of being consistent.
Jared said, perhaps I am the Venus to your Sun.
I am at a loss of words to describe the feels. Jared was with me. Creating a calm havoc like waterfalls do. He is merely a guy without a face,just the black coat would do.Now these words aren’t words, these are capable of destruction, the words Jared says to me they go up down my spines like the strings of the guitars while a grunge song is played….
I switch between a cup of coffee, and more poems, and then more coffee and then more poems. While I see people laughing with each other or at each other I struggle to smile by myself.