A million thoughts pass through my mind
As I stare at the delicate emerald leaves, illuminated
By the sun’s setting rays.
Nature and I- no one else.
The void will never fill.
The wound will never heal, the
Scarlet tears will never stop trickling down
The dark side of my skin.
It’s not a fatal wound-
Trivial, actually-
But each small, deliberate, crimson drop
Reminds me it’s still there-
The gap within.
The Hope of damming the scarlet river
Is a fallacy, a weakness that has plagued
The imaginations of mankind since the
Beginning of time.
You nor I nor anyone else can expect
To ever find someone who will
Occupy that space.
Stitch the wound.
Dam the river.
Such expectations only lead to
Bitter remorse and dissatisfaction.
Therefore, embrace Loneliness,
As She is your only true companion.
All you can do is continue on your course-
Live with the sole aim of
Growing into the person that you
Want to be, not the person who you
Are supposed to be.
Because you are the only person
Who you can trust.
The sun. The bright orb seen by so
Many, individuals like myself.
Specialty does not exist.
The illuminant on the light blue canvas
Validates my disposition.
It’s untouchable,
Unattainable,
It burns the eye,
Yet we all live because of it.
Just live with caution, distance.
You get too close
And you just get
Burned.