Random Musings

My life, my musings, the last thing I wrote.

 

There are cracked images of clarity in light of the distortion.  Your breath is wrapped up in distant words.  We tasted the nightfall as it spilled between our fingers, and we always caught it in the falling.  We found life in each other, but slowly it crumpled in dying wisps of wind like everything around us.

            Love flaked from dreams, but we were awakened and they faded too.  Scars spread from arm to arm: they scabbed and crusted away, but when sunlight hits the skin the right way they’re made visible again. And we are reminded. 

            Winter seeps inside the armor despite our efforts to freeze the sunrise.  We are strong, but slowly we are stripped bare to our bones and torn limb from limb until we are quivering at nature’s mercy.  Smoke stained lips find refuge pressed together, but they too fall with the sun. 

            Beauty paints with a gentle hand and we all get caught up in it eventually.  But something isn’t right when the birds sing out of key in a bleeding sky.  All our precious moments were crushed by cruel hands and we smiled as they crumbled because what else could we do?  Life has to be more than a search for warmth in haunting cold.

            So who’s to care if the sky crumbles upon us and all these illusions are crushed with the force?  We’re already burning as our tomorrows are scorched by yesterdays.  We can’t savor the taste of people and things that never existed.  We can’t cry as a world we never really lived in ignites, so we stand straight as the moonbeams fall around our feet and dying stars explode in the distance. 

             And it’s a labyrinth we dwell in year after year.  Try as we may to make these nights endless, we are still caught up in the glow of morning light.  We’ll hold each other like the sun embraces the earth and helps it survive, but as you blink we are ripped apart.  We will dream so bright it hurts our eyes to see up close, but the heartless fiends around us feed off the ambitions.  And love after love, breath after breath, hope after hope, we were still in the labyrinth all along.  No one was ever free.

            But maybe I’ll inhale and breathe us back together.  Maybe I’ll be whole again as I watch the world around me turn to liquid and drip from my palm to the ruins below me.  I will be resurrected though.  And I will keep living.