The air whispers all I need to know about this coldness that suddenly reached the west, that it reached far
into my chest.
Searching for warmth, love, and light, but we don’t always get what we want.
It must be what the trees feel with no rain, and within rain the urgency for the sun
waiting for that day.
We can’t always get what we want.
The grass muddy and wet from October’s morning moisture, uncomfortably out of place.
Nature is perfected even within destruction, it reshapes itself to its environment.
If I am so inclined to believe that I am just like nature than so let the rain fall
let it drench my soul and tongue.
Let the sun burn my spirit and fill my eyes with grace
Let the wind breeze through my sky towards new heights.
Take me to defeat, or
take me to surreal fleeting
to give me a run-around.
Displace my footing with your eyes.
Insanity inside my body ready for a love that gives me peace, comfort, and safety.
I never thought I’d see this warmth again
in myself.
