It feels so odd lately, finding normalcy. It feels antithetical believing you can’t but, part of me is on both sides of an opposition. Lingering in rooms that have been dormant for years, lingering in a head-space that has been out-of-date for longer.
It’s believing that there is always a way to nurture your own back to health but that it’s not always the answer to seek it, rather. A finding it has to be.
Find your mark in passions or a field left alone in solitude. Is it you I seek, or someone, something…more?
I don’t ever want admit a wrongdoing, especially if the wrong is a person but, maybe that’s just why you might, or rather…should, be wrong about a person.
We’re coy, masterful shape shifters, alchemists when needed—primordial. Down to our roots, we are soaked in only blood.
Shivers are sent out when bodies need awakenings. Long lusted for imaginations become easier over time. There’s hardship that must be addressed.
The goosebumps I get from feeling life, you’re thankful for it, so am I. It’s someone to call, not when wanted…but needed.
The suffocation from feeling cold hit your lungs for the first time…refreshing.
When there’s still no more time, and love left to love. There will still be life to feel, clocks tick, after all.
And they don’t stop either. Much like me, much like you. Just like everyone we want to cast out on. There’s always time, for if you’ve lost it…you can always pick it up on the next tick, or even prepare on the upswing. Your time is yours to choose, so come prepared.
I tried chasing you for so long, maybe more of a roaming plead. I wanted change, I wanted a notion to do it, I wanted to do it with you. But where do you go, when you have no home?
You go left, you go right, aimlessly now…it takes you back. Right to the beginning. Right to where the plains meet with the stars, where the animals meet up to play, still. Where it all started. I didn’t hear much then after that. I didn’t hear anything at all, really. Just silence, for the first time in years. Just silence, and what that brings.
It brings magnitudes of weight. crushing abnormalities, making you into not what you are, but what you will be. For after all, you’re only what you may become. So why bother changing? Why not chase the clouds, and befriend the birds? Why toil all night, you will wake up in the morning after all.
Eat your words, change their dressings. Become the winter’s howl when your favorite season comes around. I want to know how it all begun, where it did, how we all got stuck up all in this mess.
A feature film, staring only you.
A feature film that’s only about you.
What will you write in it?
Where will it bring you?
Do you, want to go home?
Is there still a home out there…one for me?
Sure there is, you are your own foundation in it.
Be well in it,
With love,
-alice