D U N

I wanted to help you heal,  yet all I did was hurt you deeper.  I wanted to coat your heart with my love  until only scars were left. I wanted to kiss your harsh edges  for to show you their worth. I wanted to bathe you in my warmest embrace scaring violent memories away. I wanted to feed you kindness and song  to free you from self-imposed chains. There was so much I thought I could  bring to your wounded soul, so much I wanted to hold for you. Yet all I did was to hurt you deeper,  stab your brain with panic,  nail your armour down in steel, erase your golden heart, and smash your fire till you no longer could shine. That is my curse, all I touch dies,  slowly,  and you were my victim, the one  I hoped would end this cycle. Yet history repeated itself, for my void swallows it all, and you of all creatures deserve the sun,  not  a black hole. I'm sorry amor, I promise I won't hurt no new hearts. I promise I won't spread d...

 The way some things shine against the light, in specific moments. Ladie's old perfume, voices, tones, melodies, languages... it all, at times, feels like a dream, some sort of deja-vú, the one that the entirety of life is.  The ocean waves go and come and go, but it's all the same water. I see moments of my life that are yet to happen, abstract but detailed, a feeling, unclear, but mine and interconnected to all the others. It keeps getting better. I see my lovely trip through this brief existence, meaningless & trivial, almost banal, yet it feels like the entirety of the universe to me. Your smell was precisely that, the feeling of your skin against mine, your hands, the heat, your fingers shared with mine as they intertwined for the first time, and each time after that. So I can't help but wonder about this we made, a few hours, a few days, here we are, how? Why? Is there even a meaning to all this, or is it once again life reminding us that there is no such thing as...