quicksand

when a form of satisfaction finds you, you have to let it go and be open for more. dont hold on like youll never find anything better, the universe has a plan and all we be well when you let it flow

satisfaction grasps my hand
leading me to a new land to understand
you've left your comfort, and come into mine.
to be my comfort, crossing the line,
into the realm of the unkown
where we will be shown, the love
of beauty, the beauty in love
uncover the undiscovered, just to trot on
subsidence under our feet
sinking until breath is obsolete
tunneling through the darkness
shivering and grasping the air
while you're right there, i fear
you've left my side because
i tried too hard, or not enough.
the light shines once again
to reveal
paradise with you