to forget, is to smile.
learning to fly requires
loss of your wings
to vacant memories
that in the end, fill the heart
with unpleasant laughter
too often confused with love.
always hoping to return
to a comfortable bliss.
Suffering creates crevices of the soul.
The process of creating art, surfaces emotion and then reason,
filling in those crevices - completing us.
i climbed passion’s peak.
i was able to see the horizon
waiting on the other side.
he lit the way to the version of me
hidden under a temporary heart.
the struggle to find a buried spirit
is the only road that prepares us
for a life like this. for skin
as thick as this.
a factitious bliss.