We live in the oddity,
the uncomfortable
reality, where our bodies
only work in 3 dimensions,
but our souls
are everywhere all at once.
I can be in my room,
but my mind is with you.
I can be lost in a woodland
dream, when my body is
somewhere
laid out in a different life.
The moments that sweep through us,
mere ghosts of time,
always seeking tomorrow
when tomorrow is just a fiction
as time only lives in the now.
And how
when I close my eyes
I see your blue sky
and I feel just a little bit
closer to fine.
We live in the sentiments,
in the monuments,
in the moments when there is
nothing and everything.
Because our hope springs eternal,
and our love sits external
where it drifts on clouds.
Whilst our internal thoughts
cloud us in uncomfortable
designs.
I sign a heart on a page
that I then set alight.
Letting the embers drift so high.
because our hearts are eternal
and can already fly.
We live in the unknown.
A Schrodinger’s world of
who we are and who we show,
who we want to be, and with whom.
It’s a swirling masterpiece
of colours. Soft brushstrokes teasing those
flows of reality into their own playground.
Switching the view. But the constant
pull of the gravity in you is consistently
making me feel as though the world
is trying to paint itself as
the perfect place for me and you.
