There is nobody,
There is nothing.
Trauma processed to gain clarity,
Pain is Liquid, but the surface is breaking,
white is white, the blue is blue, the shock.
The universe doesn’t prevent the yearning for the moon,
The sun melts into a horizon layering over the rocks,
Edged in gold, the fish swim against the current.
Caught up in the show, waking up,
The clouds scoot past layering the light over the dark.
You’re afraid you’ll die, but that’s the journey the best part of life.
