a small thing

Washing up on the shore of life, feeling like a primordial monster struggling in the light and heavy air.
Feeling for the old experience, the rush of captured intellect, knowledge that somehow you're better than them.
Cast off to experience the grand unknown alone, head held high and the great center full of light.
So you do what you can and keep all the memories fresh because someday soon they will be all you have.
Memories and forgotten feelings.
Leaves at my feet, red and brown, the wind carries a cold breath on its back and I look to my shadow, long and thin it stretches before me eager to keep moving.
Heavy tan jacket holding me from the worst of the wind I wander my hometown, the streets are empty and the sky is gray, I need to leave.
That is exactly what I do.
Paradise holds so many things. beauty and warmth all contained in a single glance, I rejoice at the feeling and tell myself I don't need to leave.
Her kisses bring me back down, into the muck and grime of the human experience, I was better than all that, aloof and angry.
Now I yearn along with the rest, for a taste of a glimpse of a shadow of happiness.
God is me and God is you, blind and alone, groping in the dark for itself.
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