the notion of lost breaths
.
opened with all my atoms... constantly . vibrating
build up motion
short breaths and the ocean in my lungs
deep under but breathing , feeling the sun through the waters
drifting slowly , moving forward
so... o p e n e d . yet never bleeding
held in the now, sinking in the matter, as something embraces me
through all the storms I sense the calm
a fight
a struggle
a journey
but calm . yes, calm, somewhere underneath all those scars
and through all the cracks that build my world
fractured, but so alive
in my tones and colors
I am me, I am you.... none and all
hand sinks in my ribs and touches your heart
not here, not now
but from a distance
melting my heartbeats with yours
fingers dance between the lines of these bones
they count the time that has no meaning
and as my eyes gaze at the skies through the waters
the stars shine just as bright and swim in those veins
pushing my blood and sending it to the core
twisting and bending as to fill my lungs
shifting to blue , it catches my stare
eyes bleeding out particles made of ice
this body warms the cold . and melts the pain
drowning out my tears
and soothing this old soul
not all pain is truly that
just space dust from the heart
.
share it, trust me
this tangle of ribs and scars . is already opened to you
perhaps in all honesty . it always was
deep breaths
and exhale... better, much better
.