Truth Begins at the Corner
Remember to always make sure to bless the days that you are given, because they are few, and beauty only lasts so long!
Hold tight my fair wonderer, your day will come. I will be with you again.
The lost soul of your childhood still roams the crevices of your forgotten past.
The unrestrained faith in the wonders of the woods, the vastness of the cosmos, and the darkness of the night still lingers beneath the rough waters of maturity and age.
Come with me again my friend and lose yourself in the joy of the unknown, the unplanned, and the chaos of a life on fire! I can take you there, if only you let go!
Be with me, take part of me with you, and feel the self that we are. Perfect in spoiled admiration of instincts lost since the time I awoke without you.
The id consumes you with a savage passion, while the ego ever so gently licks the tears from your wounded breast.
My mind strives to unbutton the layers of worldly impurities until I reach your core. Pure as the first light we accepted into our virginal eyes.
Wrapped in body and blindness, our forms ached as we accepted this gift. As we unfolded into light, a passionate awakening of nature stirs the breath and frightens the senses, the initiation of spirit begins.
I long to stay. The only I there is in this ephemeral abyss. I loathe all blessings bestowed upon my eye, but the light penetrates with ruthless contempt for all we have created, harshly illuminating the disparities of night and day, nature and nurture, love and death, you and I.
I curse the light, and in desperation implore for the beginning to come to an end. For now I see you, and now I know…...you never were.
Copyright © Charlie Firestone | Year Posted 2013