I think too much about the stars
It's sun down now. The early stages of it, where the sky is still full of light and color. The clouds are thick an mountinous. And completely still in the sky.
The big lumbering breaths are blushed pink around the edges. Deep scores of grey over every curve and crevice. Dense and almost palpable.
It looks like a painted back drop.
And I have no where else to look.
I am not a beggar
I do not cry from my hunger
I bare down on an empty mouth with gritted teeth
I let holes burn in my stomach before I allow myself to eat
Consumption is a sin
To want is to waste
Like the monks before me, I know I can wait
I eat my sins
I gag from the taste
The more there is
The less I take
Because I know how much it costs
And I cannot pay
I was told I needed to learn to sit with my grief. to hold its hand and mother it. to allow it to exist within me.
But I don't think I can mother anything, not even myself. I sit beside my grief, hand in hand. We're staring at each other. both wondering why we're here.
I've been here for a while but I really shouldn't stay.
There's an ache in my joints, makes it hard to get away.
I guess I was waiting for you to come and rescue me.
But you never even noticed and now I cannot leave.
@milknosugar-youtube
In response to your beautiful untitled song. This one is for you.
I have always been small. I have always been little and quiet and unseen. I have always done what I'm supposed to do. I have always been smart and i have always been kind. I have always obeyed.
And where has that brought me? Past the edge of childhood and into an adult's life. But I only know how to speak when spoken to, and to do what I'm told. I have never made a decision for myself that hasn't failed spectacularly.
I cannot work and I cannot drive. Anything else i may do is too expensive. So I do nothing.
All my life I've done nothing; to reduce my burden on my parents. But now I am a burden because I do nothing.
The grass is greener somewhere ahead. But half the time I'm walking backwards.
in other words, the chaos that paves the path from birth till death
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