I am affraid no longer to melt into the tempest of life. To respond with restful eyes to the bitter words that travel my way.
I just lay back, curving the reality by storing wishes in the Akashic records.
My cheek melts into a lucid dream every night, my eyes are engraving the ceiling every morning.
My spirit is loose, swinging between my two worlds- he’s never here, he’s never there.
There is this time, when I see with the heart, behind the heavy walls, when I swim the twilight. Where I am no one, and where no one who watches matter.
So what if I don’t always see the sunrise?
That does not mean the sun is no longer there.
So what if the sky will cry me back on Earth?
I live in sequences and bliss is not my only destination.
No matter for how long the heavy minds will push against me, I shall not be forever torn.