I wish someone told me Told me about the emptiness Told me it isn’t wrong Told me about the connection Told me I could feel it And ignore it when I need to Told me it doesn’t matter To just input and see and observe and feel and you can’t have and you can barely hold and it doesn’t matter at all I wish someone told me
I love nowWhen I’m not in painWhen the air is freshWhen I can say “ahorita”And it might never happenNothing to do but sit or lieWhen no one is callingWhen the screen isn’t onAnd there’s no soundBut the birds
At 36 years oldI feel my body breakingBut I have hopeMy hope lies, or rather standsIn the fact that I don’t have the choice to give upAnd I am going to dieTherefore every painIs temporaryEvery sensation propels meDeeper into my workAnd my pursuit of emptiness
Our feet touchAnd that familiar spark returnsThe one that occuredWhen our eyes met9 years agoIn that dark, circular roomWhere only we existedWhere pain became peripheralWhere a foundation emergedFrom nothing and no one
I Wish Someone Told Me
I wish someone told me
Told me about the emptiness
Told me it isn’t wrong
Told me about the connection
Told me I could feel it
And ignore it when I need to
Told me it doesn’t matter
To just input and see and observe and feel and you can’t have and you can barely hold and it doesn’t matter at all
I wish someone told me
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At 36 years oldI feel my body breakingBut I have hopeMy hope lies, or rather standsIn the fact that I don’t have the choice to give upAnd I am going to dieTherefore every painIs temporaryEvery sensation propels meDeeper into my workAnd my pursuit of emptiness
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Our feet touchAnd that familiar spark returnsThe one that occuredWhen our eyes met9 years agoIn that dark, circular roomWhere only we existedWhere pain became peripheralWhere a foundation emergedFrom nothing and no one