observation of light
THe desire for something real and nothing contrived seems to penetrate the spaces in my soul that need to be filled up
Who are we but creatures of existence who crave the things that bring us pleasure
a kiss behind a bar
a fleeting moment of connection
an intoxicated sunrise
we run toward the moon, toward the water, toward the elements
and shrug it off in the morning as if the daily life holds the answers to our future
while the late night stars, hold our secrets in the sky of an endless possiblity of freedom
what is light without dark
pleasure without pain
they mingle so closely it is hard to separate them
It is hard to remember when I ever wanted nothing more
than something sincere
what is beauty perched on a barstool if it holds nothing but a vessel?
what are these words if they are never heard?
who am I if you hear nothing and see nothing
Who am I if you never cared about anything but just to get inside?
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