Let Go

A good sunday today, as always. Well I guess there was just one difference. A few moments spent with a special, confused friend. Not forgetting two hours of misery spent being locked out of my own house just because I didn't bring the key, but that actually provided me with time to think. To think about the things that have happened so far, and especially the former, more important issue. These kind of times, moments when I just navigate through my mental maze, never fail to ignite a few sparks in my mind, or even make me want to tear inside. Trust me it's hard to make me cry I don't know why, but I'd pretty much prefer to be able to do so, because when you want to and you can't, it feels quite like shit inside.

Anyways, just a deeper step into the conversation, emotional moment, weird situation no.436 (or whatever you call those kind of situations), there was a thematic perspective about "letting go" of certain things. Talk about letting go of something that you can't, like tears -.- For me, I think I've tried to hold on to everything I can, but sometimes it just doesn't work. It gets complicated, and the classification of "emo-talk" just comes in right about here. That's why sometimes I find my english so limited because I can't even pen down my own musings properly. As they say, the more you learn, the less you know. Pathetically paradoxical.

One of my routes - the art of language. More obscure, more vague, more meaningful, and easier to generate. Well, at the end of long day I've come up with this below, and it has everything to do with what's been going through my mind today. I hope its not too long though; I've kept it simple. And, after it reading through a few times, I think it's one of my favourites so far. I hope it finds a similar place in your heart.

Tale of the Star

There once was a star in the sky
He graced with the clouds
and danced in the night
But he wasn’t that shiny
The others thought he was tiny
but he had a place in the galaxy
at the mighty belt of Orion’s bust,
where in his friends he had his trust
And there he slept soundly
and he sparkled tenderly
with a soft pillow on his cheek.
Then one day he dreamt of an entity
who had him stunned momentarily
who plucked him out of the cosy silk
out of the orange light and the snow white flames
and said “I’ve found you another place to live.”

The star had lost his home in the blinding dark
He looked behind with frosted eyes
and his arms lost touch of
those gentle hugs
of those rosy smiles, he was all
alone.
He cried for years in the heart of those hands
who stole him away on that lighted night
The star had no choice, he gave up his life,
he left his house, he didn’t put up a fight
but he grew red and white and exploded in flames
in the crafting fingers of the being.
Then he turned golden and hot and started seeing
that his minute molten mind was still in that dream.

I’m awakening.

Yes you are. Are you ready?

Who are you?

I’m your awakening.

My what..?

You’ll see.

Tears of gold rolled down his cheeks
They missed his pillow and reached his chest
where they disappeared with a sparkling dust of vapour
with the licking of red to clean up the mess.

And there he was
standing
in the centre of the galaxy
shining with the light, blazed in glory
the lunar concubines bowed before him
and the colours of the rocks guarded his aisles
he was finally home at last.