Ashes 18-04-26
Dust floats in the air
drifting powerlessly.
Nobody knows they exist;
I suppose you could call it freedom.
Except the world loves commotion, the bustle,
and there is nowhere for the silent dust
to settle but upon the floor,
no fate but to be trampled.
It leaves just the desert sand waiting for flowers,
just the forest bench waiting for love,
just a cold toastie, waiting for the oven.
Just me, trying to let it all go.
I guess I can still propose to my shadow.
Waves of tears wash over me;
they force me to breathe.
In.
Out.
Then they are gone,
leaving me alive but somehow emptier than ever.
Hollow.
What even matters anymore?
I'm just me,
I'm only me,
only the ashes of a fallen firework.
Why would I care what the world thinks?
I can feel the wind dragging me away,
so light, so weightless,
just a speck in a storm.
Can you stay just a little longer?
I know you won't
but it's okay.
I don't need it anymore.
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