When Everything Breaks
We will get a chance to see each other for who we truly are. Equals, relieved to no longer need permission to care. We can let the cat out of the bag and be as loving as we truly are without shame. Somehow our world turned our love against us, making it out to be a threat. Love has become the scariest thing instead of the one guiding thread that will save us all. Slowly we admit we care, deeply, about those in our lives. Strangers even, whose orbit will cross our star path only every other whensome. We remember their gaze. Sending us vital recognition. Emergency information exactly when our heart seams are silently ripping through our will to live. Barely salvaged. Barely savage. Thank god you saw me then, blistering blue in a dark red sky. I was about to jump off this cliff I carry inside like a secret.
Another day over and we barely made it through alive. Why do we have to live this way, you say to yourself. Every night as a lullaby when you lay your head down to die. No one to sing you sweet nothings. No savior truth come to rescue you from toxic boredom. Apathetic mediocrity. Poisonous captivity . We say, in hushed conversation over liquids. Spilling internal to ex, outside down no ground. We say ~ maybe some day we will have a big change.
The warning buttons have been pressed. They are big and round and shiny like nail polish I don’t care about. They are smooth, perfect. Manufactured somewhere by a stranger whom I’d love if I could only see them once. Really see them. i wouldn’t be able to tell them though. It’s not proper. Maybe they would hurt me. Permission. Who gives it anyways?
Not today. Today everything broke. Today we are alone, together. Everything that held us in place, the global duck tape of our raging system bent on death and destruction, it all gave way. What was horizontal is vertical and what was vertical is just spinning and its beautiful to have to care about each other more than how we stack. We have stacks and stacks of the soap boxes; speeches hanging out like birds in the sky, just fluttering. Waiting for us to notice them falling to the ground. Dead.
We must keep walking, we must keep driving we must keep working we have to we will perish if we stop. This is our global threat. This is the threat to our lives. Move. Work. You are the product. While animals and people live with no dignity until they die violently with no love and its just another soap box just stacking in the corner there like a rescue mission out of the Truman Show.
Show me where the sky breaks loose. I will go there. We will, can, are, going there.
We truly live in the moments between the must’s. Passing information fervently like stars scattering the deep deep blue. Broken free, run wild, set loose to shine. That’s all. Stars shine.
Scattering natural light across infinite fields of never-ending. Glistening in the dust of yesterdays dreams. Basking in the black. Safe in forever. A stunning chaos.