The sky fell and you arrived on a crashing star.
When I saw you, you had many faces.
They were young and bright and beautiful.
But there was one face I saw most clearly.
A face I had thought I escaped.
But no… There is no escape. No, not really…
It happened in the most mundane of places.
Love struck and you had a message to deliver.
You didn’t speak. You said nothing.
Silently comes the loudest message.
Welcome back.
Every step.
Every laugh.
Every cry.
Every kiss.
Every bite.
Every shit.
Every piss.
Every breath.
Every orgasm.
Every blink.
Every word.
Every drink.
Every celebration.
Every smoke.
Every thought.
Every dance.
Every mistake.
Every quest.
Every victory.
Every apology.
Every forgiveness.
Every moment.
Everything.
My prayer.
A big funny joke it is
That we are saying the same thing but cannot hear it
Confusing… I know…
I am your friend, I promise.
My eyes, my eyes, the things you see.
Attention’s unknown pull is the message.
When unrestrained, it is received.
Constant conversation.
Sometimes the universe needs to give it a rest.
Sometimes I just want to be in a place.
The universe is great, but a place is too.
The universe gives me a place.
Thank you for a place.
Thank you for the universe.