BEAUTY.

Cool bumps shiver on my bare skin. Hair stands on end. My eyes open to see the things around me like a baby seeing for the first time. Things are bright, brilliant and new. They reach out to me with the gift of their presents as I do to them. As I sit here in as natural a state as I can be in my present position, I notice my body or lack there of because my body is everything around me. I am everything and everything is me, there is no difference. I used to think I was different but I now know that I am not, just my view is different and sometimes even that is not the case. I am just this magnificent thing and one day I will pass it on to someone or something else so they can live.
As my newborn eyes lift I see everything around me is beautiful, and it all just sits passionately waiting for someone to notice so they can share the beauty with them. It’s almost too much to bear; my eyes and my body want to burst with joy at this realization. If one can find good within all things then one can find good in themselves. At that I focus back to my body, the everything that I feel; my heart beats slowly, uselessly for it knows that this body will live no matter what. My skin tingles in relief as the clothes off my back are shed, and my eyes still in amazement shed a single tear.
If you are reading this remember you are everything.

washed away.

This heart beats beside me, as it pumps the room full of blood, it slowly floods. The vital fluid laps at my feet calm and steadily. It gradually creeps up my legs and up to my waist soaking into my skin warming me from the outside in. Its up to my elbows now, I lay back and float in the liquid feeling the calming beat of the heart. As the moments go by I rise higher and higher to the ceiling. I take in my last few breaths slowly and sink to the bottom. I stay there as my body trembles and gasps for air not yet ready to die. Then there is calm. I open my eyes and feel my tingling body and at that moment I let the river wash me away.

Apart From Myself.

This fire inside of me is slowly burning out soon to be replaced by ashes and as the wind blows, bits of me will drift everywhere around. You will capture these pieces frantically trying to fit me together like your childhood puzzles but you do not understand that I will be never be more together then when I am apart from myself.

scars

These things flow through my body like serrated blades, slowly cutting my insides into nothing more then little fragments of my once rapturous soul. These blades tear through my skin and leak into my love, burrowing into his delicate skin. I pluck the shards of metal out of my body as they creep into my bones, grinding them away into a fine powder slowly and painfully. He takes the anesthetic that they give him, he slows down and melts into my ready arms until the pressure is unbearable and we collapse into the depths of our hearts. From these depths we find ourselves and each other and together we stitch our gashes. They will scar and hurt when touched but we learn to live with the suffering. Alone we can do anything, together we can do everything.