my dreams have been set ablaze lately.
on this bed made of stones, my mind rests in shambles.
thoughts overwhelm my unsteady hand.
even as i'm typing, it quakes at the touch of keys.
shaking down to my core,
i do not know the urgency of the magnitude beneath the seas.
i'm in too deep to feel those burning coals,
where my minds rests wearily,
and the tectonics urge me to wander.
where my feet lead me is another matter entirely.
enticing nightly dreams of you.
where the sun meets the horizon at the end of this day.
the light drips onto the page, spilling over our curses and gifts.
this story of how a lion fell for a fox,
and the fox follows suit of the lion.
have you ever known beauty such as this?
i don't know.
life is spinning me around in circles.
i leave one to jump right into another.
what's worse is that i can't even trust the air with my secrets.
the wind is blowing against grains.
it's drawing nearer.
delicately grazing your hair,
as if you were near.
or if you were here.
maybe you never even left.
waiting for him, or for me.
i'm not sure.
all i know is that the feelings come and go.
it never used to be like this.
i never had to try so hard to draw joy from common gifts.
that's what they are. gifts.
you never need them, but they're here now.
advantages should never just be taken.
maybe that's why they call it the present.
such a paradox, isn't it?
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