I breathe ever so subtlety
as not to disturb the air
almost as though
I wish for it to like me
as much as I need it
to remain among the living
am I nothing more than a mere annoyance
of movement
alas, it chooses to ignore me
even when I exhale
I try to eat the star dust
falling quietly around me
it is a weightless blanket
which I crave to caress my mind
and hope deeply for twilight
thereof to acknowledge
each and every single
one of my thoughts
alas, even the moon
cant catch them as they fly away
I diligently listen
with an open heart to the flowers
they are asleep as I desire
to see their dreams
in constant wonder
of how they share their love
and feed insects
whom seek sweet nectar
alas, I am left in awe
of such simply beautiful things
I ever so recklessly
take for granted my sight
among the darkest hues
of mysterious evenings
which call out to me
like long lost relations returned
almost like soldiers
from the battlefields of daylight
alas, they too find solace
in the lowest of available lumens
therefore I feel I can quench
my thirst with their magic
as I breathe eat listen and see
this night before me
and bathe in pure peaceful happiness
of existence
oblivious to the makings
of mankind's madness
alas, I do believe we are made
from the same things
we are all created by God...
as not to disturb the air
almost as though
I wish for it to like me
as much as I need it
to remain among the living
am I nothing more than a mere annoyance
of movement
alas, it chooses to ignore me
even when I exhale
I try to eat the star dust
falling quietly around me
it is a weightless blanket
which I crave to caress my mind
and hope deeply for twilight
thereof to acknowledge
each and every single
one of my thoughts
alas, even the moon
cant catch them as they fly away
I diligently listen
with an open heart to the flowers
they are asleep as I desire
to see their dreams
in constant wonder
of how they share their love
and feed insects
whom seek sweet nectar
alas, I am left in awe
of such simply beautiful things
I ever so recklessly
take for granted my sight
among the darkest hues
of mysterious evenings
which call out to me
like long lost relations returned
almost like soldiers
from the battlefields of daylight
alas, they too find solace
in the lowest of available lumens
therefore I feel I can quench
my thirst with their magic
as I breathe eat listen and see
this night before me
and bathe in pure peaceful happiness
of existence
oblivious to the makings
of mankind's madness
alas, I do believe we are made
from the same things
we are all created by God...
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