time is obsolete ;
i am every moment
i have ever dared
to breathe into.
i meld
from second
to second ,
action to action,
floating somewhere
in between
passion and peace.
it all coexists within me:
yearning and desperation,
peace and acceptance.
my skin is very warm these
days ,
i have not lost or gained,
yet i have changed.
there is no
beginning or end
there never was
and never will be.
i make dresses
out of constellations
and they warm
my skin up more.
what’s in a name?
what is in silence,
if not words
we do not say?
what is in a hug
if not
promises we could
not make?
i write poems
addressed to my
heart and
find every part
of myself along the way.
i haven’t left anything behind,
simply
noticed parts of
me fading back
into where they came from.
people do
not change.
people birth and
die every
day,
with every breath.
i am new every moment ,
new
and pure and untouched.
i am new every breath,
if only
i could remember
to breathe,
even when breath
stings like
drawn blood.
i meet a
new year
with the reverence
of a girl in
love and
am thrilled in its arms.
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