if you have sadness for a companion— befriend him.
just so that he doesn’t get jealous of the joy i bring.
imagine slow walks and fast talks with you
being serious, acting silly, just looking at the weird clouds or feeling the wind by the ocean on our salted skins.
you do not need to be compelled by forces you don’t recognize
or be held hostage by dark parts of your soul which can be harmful to your heart.
Beautifully broken, you are- but light always shining thru.
burning low but burning steady, refusing to die.
you can hold my hand in the dark, but this is not a rescue.
i want your full attention: mind, soul, and body.
As i see perfection with the ocean meeting the sun at dawn,
there is beauty- also, in the sting of a bee, or the end of a song.