Grey areas

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Don’t you see

there is no black

without white?

Darkness is simply

the absence of light.

Yet the world comes in greys,

there is no need to fight:

we have been lead astray.

We are all the same,

desiring change,

seeking freedom

beyond this skin

we’ve called home.

The answer is

always within.

We must ascend

beyond duality,

leaving our

differences behind,

and remaining kind.

We can then design

a renewed reality,

where the soul currency

is love.

Revel in Rain

Grey skies swallow the sun, and she revels in the foggy abyss. Her bright yellow coat glistens as rain washes the layers of sorrow from her past; she has been baptised: a new life awaits.

She smiles at every drop, greeting it like an old friend. 

Ever since her brother passed away, the sun would not cease shining, insulting her sadness, attempting to force her out of her gloomy reveries by shimmering through the blinds. Now that December had come, the twist of climate finally allowed her some solace. Oddly enough, she felt at peace.

He was never coming home, but the thunder kept her company. The pitter-patter of water on her windows reminded her of their childhood puddle-jumping contests. He always won. 

For the first time in a while, she did not feel alone anymore…

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Behind

I stopped believing in love
Until our eyes met;
A poltergeist
From a previous life.

Right then and there, I knew
I would never meet another like you.

But I set you free
Knowing your happiness
Would never be with me.

Maybe in another existence
We will soar together in the sky
Leaving all doubt behind…
And I’ll stop looking for a love
That I will never find.

Fallen

The leaves are falling, just like I used to.

Until life allowed me to start anew

I cannot revert to how I was before

but I don’t know

what sweetness tastes like anymore.

 

Chills in the air crawl up my spine

while the ground gets painted golden.

When I consider making you mine,

I realise we’re both too broken.

 

The breeze uncloaks the trees,

Reveals the barren souls within.

 

We’re just two empty bodies

connecting skin-to-skin

Doomed, never to fall again.

Metempsychosis

I put my phone away and intrepidly look up at the path ahead. I am in a state of metempsychosis. My soul has been converted from a robotic slave to a free human being. I am in control of my thoughts and desires. I feel like I can accomplish anything! But when I try to lock eyes with other humans, I am in awe. Everyone else is still entrapped by their screens, not even aware of my gaze. My pleading eyes have no impact. This is the reality we live in: one in which we constantly attempt to escape reality. No matter where we go, we are always alone. My liberated soul weeps for mankind.