Thoughts.

I guess you know when things are genuine when everything begins to seem unreal. The people you know, how you know them, why you know them, how much they have affected your life and how much you truly love them for it. And even the people you don't like, or have had some sort of "negative" input in your life must be thanked. Whatever was done by them seemed pretty bad on a smaller scale, but in the grand scheme of things, if it were not for certain not so great events in one's life, then one would not be who or where they are today. Whether they are in a "good" place or a "bad" place, that all really is subjective. Things are blurring for me a little bit, in a weird way. Not that I am forgetting things, but they are refocusing and I'm looking at a lot of things a different way. Who knows.

Anyway, anyone who actually reads any of this and is waiting for Part III of "Sand and Stars", well, thank you for reading it will arrive sometime before the week's end. Sorry about the delay (I still don't know who I'm apologizing to, but eh...) but it shall be up soon.

Short Straw

Who drew the short straw?
Who's fate lies in wait?
Of the last of all options
which one leads you straight?
Straight to the end of all life and what of
this new path that may lead you
to new light and new love.
Or perhaps what you feel in the pit of your gut
is more than meant for you, but for her.
She is on your mind
but not in your heart
and it is as of yet unknown
whether she can be a part.
One within you
within her
to be us.
When you fade what is left
and turn ash into dust
and turn dust into clay
and then form something new
that's when you put in you.
Take the crude model
and sculpt it as such
sure, it starts off as nothing
and it isn't much
but you form and refine
each shape and each curve
until it looks fit for color
which you then promptly serve.
You pull out your paints
take the blue and the red
paint the skin and the eyes
and the hair on your heads.
Keep painting and painting
until you paint in your sleep
and you're never done painting
and it is never complete.
Because it can't be painted by just one
and one alone
it must be shared by both
it must be shared by both
it must be shared and equal
and it must be a joint effort
cause it cannot be sculpted
by one and no other
hearts that share the same feelings
for one to another.
It must be shared by both
it must be shared by both
because, of course all alone
you can make of it the most
of what you can, but it's better
if she is there too.
On same plane and same level
and
same
mindset
as
you