Familiar Realm

Stars align,
Their flicker, their heat, their glow,
All an illusion.
For all we know they're dead...
Dead like flowers tricked into thinking it's Spring.

We've counted them endlessly,
Shared the same sight,
The same body heat, the same friction.

Gazing into the distance,
A figment of our imagination,
A memory covered in dust,
Brushed off.

Closing my eyes,
I am surrounded by blues, purples...
The warmest colors.
It almost reminded me of pre-birth.

Oh to be reborn.
Exploring a realm so familiar.
Yet from thousands of years ago.

Right?

Laying naked,
Alone- becoming familiar with the
anxious stillness that breeds in my chest.

Like one thousand moths fluttering their wings.
Like the emptiness of the unknown.

Embracing this Hell.
The torture is something I tend to crave.
Inhaling fuels the fire with this exhaustion.

Drained.
Simple, yet complex.
Longing for touch.
So ridiculously tied to this shell.
Vibrations at an all time high intensity.

Unable to refocus.
To reconnect.
Surely it'll all fall into place.
Sooner than later...
Right?

Unlocking

A key unlocks,

This potential is endless.

Serenity drowns me in peace.

Strength coming forth in the form of delicacy.

Just a phrase,

Just a thought in passing.

Let it be,

And let it go.

Attempts being made to release.

To unleash.

To unravel the full potential that seems caged;

Trying to spread its wings.

So close.

I feel it in the base of my spine.

Own Hero

The older she became,
She realized the only person she could count on was herself.
The universe delicately held her,
As she shook in disbelief.

She simply had become her one and only hero.

Dull Pounding

Struggling,
For stillness.
A dull pounding in my head,
Again,
Here I "rest".

Trying to focus
Yet still no stillness.

Chhinnamasta And Eris

Contradictory thoughts swirl like a storm
Awakening the slumbering beasts within.
Chhinnamasta rattles this realm.

She dances with Eris,

And together they create this darkness.

I feel them near,

Hear their voices battling the beyond.

Inviting us through sin.

Simply mortal we cannot fully grasp the dance they teach.

The words they speak. 

The life they lead.

We simply get caught up

In the turbine

Of

Their 

Contradiction and Chaos.

So much more...

And they say I'm "beautiful"
But I'm so much more...