October 11, 2020

I played hand and hand with death

Just for fun

Because I loved it

Milkyways and eggshells shadows glinted

I gravitated

I’ve been disassociating more this past week. Zoning out, going to different realities and freezing. Yesterday while driving I forgot where I was, where I was going, and what I was doing for like 10 seconds before I remembered. I was looking around frantically trying to grab hold of something I could remember. And while in the car with X he was handing me money and talking something I could care less about and I was elsewhere and I heard him but was unable to understand him. I’m neutral about it. Just observing. Curious to see what’s the root to my aloofness…

Today was a weird day and when I got X… and looked him in the eye. I felt grounded with his being, his golden beam. I locked eyes for as long as I could. And I felt home.

Blue bird

Blue bird leaving trails on flights of hail
I see you
Eyes exuding scents of a longing lover
I stare and wish you’d be seen
Death rises to be plucked picked and shipped
You shift in humbled pride
Oh blue bird
Wings engulfing raw doing and curves
Each day stern legs stretched out in knowing they’d touch the ground
In distance quickly
Everything glows
New nerves stand firm
For your blue hairs
Blue feathers of an innocent love
Pure sacred, honorable and divine
Blue bird I’ll always hold you closest to mind

Glimpse

In those deep brown eyes, a foreign language
I found a reflection of myself
A dance of identities intertwined
Our bloodline meeting in a strangers glance
Both captive and captivated
We read our stories, our selves, together