westid

the deadpan fixation staring into the abyss. the cold veins of frost spread across my skin, from the one that i can feel but not see, watching from what long since supernova survives the gravity of the black hole and makes its full way back to me. if i could let you into my head so you could see through my eyes, and know through my mind – you would recognise yourself looking back at me, the exact same gaze you would be giving back, i think you’ll find

if you come to me when the moment is right, i will show you such a beautiful sight. affix your deadly aim straight up unto the moon and watch as my light, so bright despite the cold night sky and behold as it bursts into flames. my silent serenade will always burn for you; sending a cascade of tear drops that fall from outer space, becoming crystalline like when you cry into the clear aurora borealis sky – frozen into place just as quickly as they fall delicately down your cheek while the stone cold winter reality nips at your face. but now you can come and call the rays from the sun whether your night or day is done, and it will always burn for you – of no real use but you could choose to know my warmth is ever there, you know, just in case

i think in some forgotten ancient language that was once the done thing, before any words were ever spoken – such that it would bring order from the chaos we were originally made from in the beginning. when all we had was the heavy burden of freedom we shed in the darker days long gone, so we could get peace on the backs of the sacrifices that we made along the journey to cease this primitive madness, now as subjects of this dark kingdom

relentlessly we are made and live in an age accept the things we cannot change, but it still feels so strange when i try and reach beyond my grasp – the feeling is there, that’s somehow obvious but the articulation of it all for me is still so out of range. i don’t leave from you because of the cold, yes it’s hard to see past the enigmatic yesterday because i give you rest because as you might have guessed there’s no tomorrow anyway

in the darkness we let the cold night air sink deep into us, not because we want to lay down and give in like a peaceful everlasting sleep. it’s the only way we can keep the sorrow that numbs the pain of being forever giving frivolously just another link in the chain

i remember though, said to be the only one that does know. there is nothing he or i can show anybody that will slow the same things we perceive. albeit on two different worlds, made a billion years ago, but the common nature what persists unto the present is where what now exists one day came yet still we can’t resist in some way all of it will ultimately go

black and white squares lead across this spreading winter frost, the only real thing we will have ever lost if we let it freeze us in place is just the cost of never having moved for fear of what regrets we would face of moving forward but not essentialy in conflict, yet still would not want to leave a trace for the sake of a few bits of starlight that made it to your mind from all across the gulf of space