you ground my soul

when you look at me, and the wind blows,
the stars twinkle, the sky glows.
and when you hold my hand, the flowers grow,
the petals soften, my comfort shows.
but i love it most when my head is on your chest,
i find peace, my heart rate slows,
all of the world, its light and shadows,
blends into a harmonic flow
and after that when i look into your eyes
i realize the depth of the craters in spite

of your quietness, and when that does subside, 

so much of the love and affection did hide.

you ground my soul, make my spirits soar.

unhappily aware

Time, galaxies, a soul

authenticity, fearlessness, 

a scarcity; a need to feel, 

to not lead a life untouched. 

a life and I so passionately intertwined, 

a life of honesty and integrity, 

fun and subjectivity, 

a life that changes

not one that hides fear behind purity. 

a life lived for self and not for the third perspective, 

painfully in touch with what’s within, 

not carefully shielded from the uncomfortable feeling. 

ignorance isn’t bliss because knowing is sorrowful

it’s bliss when action follows awareness. 

without that, knowing is painful, it invokes 

unending, powerful, distressing shame 

a vicious cycle that makes you lose yourself the more you know yourself, 

because inaction makes you hide, and a conscious effort is made to become blissfully unaware. 

this bliss is false and deep within there is a truth

that is known but chosen to be unacknowledged 

how should one move past it? 

it’s like being tangled in a prison of your own creation, 

to break through the roots that are holding you down, you have to cut through what you think is your own. 

so you can’t. And the grip gets tighter. And you stay unhappily aware.