every time something i post
gets a lot of attention (likes/reblogs)
it frightens me a little. it’s as if,
all these people are taking a little
part of me and claiming it for themselves.
and i don’t know, maybe i’m afraid
once all the little parts of me have been taken,
there’ll be nothing left for me to hold on to.
because how do you collect the pieces of a body
once its been cremated and scattered?
all the boys
fall in love
do not try and look into me,
do not attempt to read me too much
nor too long.
do not ponder excessively over my words,
nor gaze too hard at my silhoutte.
sometimes, i will say mezmerising things
wear beautiful clothes;
an intoxicating smile on my face.
and i am aware
how easy it is
to fall in love with me then,
how very easy.
do not fall for me too hard,
you will realise
i truly am.
what if i told you that every ending
is only ever the start of a new beginning?
and every new beginning is an opportunity to see things
from a new perspective?
what if i said that every perspective is relative?
and every relative an individual,
that every individual has a heart and every heart is afraid?
what if i told you that fear is an illusion?
and every illusion is shattered in the light?
what if i said that the light we’re all looking for, isn’t as bright as we’d like?
what if i said its hidden in the darkness?
what if what we’d like isn’t always what we need?
and what if what we need is to fall,
because every fall is only ever meant to teach us how to rise?
and what if i told you the sun fell?
and even the moon?
and what if i said look,
look at the moon,
la luna never fails to rise,
however often she falls,
this is your time now,
fixate on objects.
people do not stay.