Freeing the Mind and Defining the Body
Dive into the lost aspects of your mind and soul.
Your smile works like a charm. A charm full of magick as it dangles in front of me drawing me in. I float in the possibility of us, stuck in a dream. Until that dream shatters around me the moment you are gone. Realizing you were only a vision, a hallucination of lies, I find a mirror and remind myself that there once was a me without you. And I will find that me again.
The connection between us.
The string that’s between me and you.
What is it made of?
And how long can it be stretched before it breaks?
There is beauty in the parallel horizons, especially when they kiss over the calm tranquil waters meeting the moon.
Some days are just steep in emotions
Some days are just raw
And some days are constellations of micro-stresses forming with no end
The weight of your goodbye lingers. Like gravity it shoves me down into a worthless hole feeling like I may never rise again. Crude, raw, and deafening your words were spoken. A broken lullaby to curse me for life.
Retrograde with me
So we can go back and pick the primrose
The first flower to ever bloom
Little feet sleepwalk on the hardwood floor between worlds creating a whisper of a wisp as they run. Childhood laughter hides in every corner haunting me. How I would die to see them again. How I would give my soul to see them whole.
If we expedite our dreams
Past the sorrow
We will never know strength
We will never gain heart
The door opened creaking on its hinges to nothingness on the other side.
A black void of silence.
Face to face with this lore that has haunted me since my mother disappeared, I swallowed back my fear prepared to take a step inside, but hands as twisted as shadows pulled me in.
To mend a broken heart after grief
Is to stitch it full of scars
Never beating the same
Never loving the same
But always hurting the same
When memories turn to shards
Freeing the Mind and Defining the Body 