Everyone has different reasons for actions or words that cause hurt.
I’ve been struggling with how to not carry anger or hate. I wish not,
having my life to be burdened by these emotions. I just can’t get the
feelings to go away as I wish. Actions, i’ve changed and I continue to-
but the confines of my current surroundings are limiting.
I need some sort of adventure to help me wipe clean, my bleeding heart.
Affairs of my heart seem to respond purely to nature. The uniform
characteristics of city living sometimes stiffen me, suffocate, maybe.
I recall tightening in my chest, slightness of breath while urban dancing.
It’s just the luster of my star has become duller, and maybe size has
shrunk. But its not until the dead star collapses into itself, smooshed
by absolute gravity, that one last instance
before it explodes into infinity. Perpetually spilling out into the
unforeseeable dark matter. Nothing but something powerful
enough to change the state of everything. Spewing rocks that
smashes and swooshes around planets and stars all the same.
Splattering colors so hypnotic, and mesmerizing that billions of
dollars around the world are spent trying to capture these sights.
regret not what creates you, organic glory.