between realities

 

We live on the boundary

between two opposing realities.

A rock outcrop, empty bar one lone tree.

On one side fate and destiny.

The other chaos and unpredictability,

and as we wobble precariously

we can see that these

two opposing seas

are joined intrinsically,

violently crashing their waves

to form an ever more 

complicated third reality.

 

Sometimes

sparks get dusted

across the universe,

little strands of future,

tiny nuggets of a plan,

moments that can change a life span.

Like the moment you relive a dream,

or the way a face seen

can feel instantaneously

like someone that will

always be connected.

But conversely sometimes

life has to be chaotic

to set in action a series of events

to which the outcome

is of greater importance.

 

Because sometimes

things are supposed to happen.

But in a world of chaos

the plans can sometimes

unravel when we take

the road less travelled.

I had to nearly die to be reborn,

I had to cry until

my tear ducts ran dry

so that I could see

the world with open eyes.

I’ve had to love those

that caused me such hurt,

to be able to see

my own self-worth,

and I’ve had to feel that pain

to be able to open my heart 

and give every part of me to you.

 

For without the chaos,

I’d be walking a long pathway

with no story,

the chaos creates the branches

of this story tree,

and each leaf is

a moment of chemistry.

The bark worn with

time weathered memories.

 

If my book is already written,

beginning, middle and end,

then some of the pages must stay empty

for those magic moments

that even the universe

can’t fully comprehend.

And if I could read

just a single page ahead of me

I'd decline, for who wants to

read the ending

when the journey is sublime.