Chaotic harmonious existence
Wonderful
Cruelly beautiful
The disillusionment of it sears through us
As awareness struggles to reassert itself in the dust
We free ourselves from the battle for a moment
And unravel the cords inside
Fragments of us float by in pink velvet bubbles
Immersed in a sea of sublime overflowing emptiness
That we are unable to define, identify or explain
Everything dances idly in slow motion
Above us aubergine shadows glow seductively
The echo of music reaches out and strokes us
As our bodies vibrate endlessly with conflicting patterns
Our egos reign down on us
A million of them ramble haphazardly into consciousness
None of it makes sense
Yet some part of us registers the deepest sense of truth from this chaos
Our hands are frozen, pale and white
Capable of so much hurt and love – instruments of destructive despair and endless passion
The scars on our wrists remind us of the endless possibilities of life and the joy and sorrow there is in living
Our boulders are weighing down on us
We ache
Every part of us aches
This offers us hope because it means we are still able to feel
We are being touched by thousands of tiny fingertips, yet no one is reaching us
We are our only solace, and for a moment, a brief moment, that is enough
Then it dissipates and we are abandoned by our own hands again
Why won’t someone come and rescue us?
We call but everyone sits in their boxes, unable to respond
What to make of them?
Does it mean they love us any less?
We need to be held
We need to be told that we matter
Maybe we should love ourselves more, but we don’t know how
We wish it would rain to cleanse the sadness and lack of appreciation from our souls
We are forced to craft our own version of utopia
On a mountain surrounded by a violet gloom
The stars glisten at us as they fade into oblivion
We admire their existence
The enchanting symphony of morning birds has begun
A song that was once irritating
That mocked our endless sorrow
Today is the most beautiful, intoxicating sound in the history of humanity
Through the mist brilliant colours illuminate tiny roads
The earth is beckoning to us
Should we go to it?
For now we just sit and absorb, justified in our solitude and isolation
But it’s so beautiful
We want to go back
The time is near, but not just yet
We are like candles
Glowing with life, yet slowly burning out
Somewhere below the mountain someone is fighting for their flame to survive
Amongst fierce endless winds
Someone is lying on their bathroom floor, letting the cold ice of the ground engulf them
Unable to summon the strength to move
Someone is agonised and someone is playing with desire
Someone is standing under the moon, bathing in the beauty and gift of their existence
Almost breaking from their passion
The dove lifts a spirit somewhere and someone is saved in the night
And shown the door to innocence
We are a collective ocean of human emotion blanketing the earth
Misery has a face
As does indefinable beauty
Lucky we’ve seen them both
Human emotion is reflected in every crease and flaw of our skin, illustrating a visual path of our lives
Feathers and raindrops fall at our feet
Our destinies reflect in pools of wonder
For a moment we smile and feel tears fall from our cheeks to join the puddles of our fate
People do reach us
They touch the deepest crevices of our hallowed beings and they’re beautiful
The perfection of all is painstakingly revealed
Every pore of life’s skin opens lasciviously to us
We can smell it
It is nearly sunrise
We are being reborn
Salvation will fall into our blood-soaked laps
If we seize what was always there
The universe is trying to tell us to be patient
It smiles at us and our follies with such grace that we are rendered breathless
The world is a dizzying display of rhythmical abandon
We don’t want to miss one moment
Fall into the depths of despair and erase the learning process
Or aspire to the heights of divinity
Decide
Reach up
Reach for the universe
It’s falling and it needs to be caught
This post was inspired by the word prompt ‘SOLITUDE‘ at The Daily Post
Image sourced from pinterest at https://www.google.com.au/search?q=solitude&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjlyvGg0rLMAhUD2qYKHffmBgYQ_AUIBygB&biw=1366&bih=631#tbm=isch&q=solitude+photography&imgrc=aerKOKD5SM9K5M%3A
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