the art of saving a life
it was easy to see where she was going because
fireworks would soar into the universe and
brilliantly explode into a breathtaking scene
she’s an enigma that leaves so much sparkle wherever she goes
and yet somehow, i still didn’t see her coming.
there is truth to this:
the best things in life come
our laughter echoes through the walls of her 300 year old apartment
the loud hoorahs and squealing disturb everyone in close vicinity
kitchen mice convene for an investigation on where the guffaws are coming from
we act like two little girls giggling to each other about a silly little secret
following rituals, ping-ponging back and forth and exhaling our worries
all my walls come down, the filters vanish
i become the unabridged version of myself
a river of raw emotion floods through me
any façade ceases to exist.
two lost souls dance with each other
as if they’ve been reunited
after several lifetimes apart
longing for each other and yet
peacefully sharing a comfortable silence
that has been ever so gracefully mastered
an art, that for most, takes ages to perfect
we reside in seven seas of ink
and use trees as pens
to paint words on our world
we hold hands
hug each other often
and if we are lucky
we sometimes float towards the surface
and capture blessings in the form of light
how do people boast about its speed?
because we have been waiting an eternity
for our ocean to be illuminated
but the moon and stars have so much pride
that only a teaspoon of brilliance escapes.
how beautiful must it be to love yourself like that.
her voice is muffled as the water engulfs her thoughts
the words are on the tip of her tongue
inaudible, silent. powerful. silent.
she attempts to speak again — this time her eyes scream
and it is
is a constant battle for
gulping down liquid courage warms
our bodies — since when did poison taste so good?
our throats beg for mercy
but we are unforgiving.
we are destructive.
we are just like this raging ocean –
that we are so blissfully drowning in.
we find mysterious comfort in our loneliness
yet we cling to each other
and are slowly consumed by an
all too familiar darkness.
just as we are about to
i n h a l e
and brace ourselves for the
our restless hearts weep for us
sand nonchalantly powders our skin
as the sun embraces us
every day we wage a ruthless war
so we can
be happy. and continue to fight.