I remember running, sprinting would be the word.
Lightening fast
Until everything became blurred.
I ran to the deepest part of my mind where no one would find me
And that’s where I resigned.
I created a house with a door that only opened one way
The knob on the outside so I could never run away.
Years spent alone
Gazing out the windows into the hollow black zone.
There’s something about the emptiness of void
That captures your heart and brutally destroys.
Never understanding why I was there
Never really knowing if anyone truly cared.
But I just waited patiently for the magic of season
Because what I did know, what that everything happens for a reason.
It was no real day
And no real moment
But what happened next was the ultimate bestowment.
The door opened and a man walked in
Jumped into the universe I was buried in.
He had eyes that calmed my fragile heart
And a sense of being that was truly a work of art.
He sat down beside me and wanted to talk
Asked me why i was stuck in the gridlock.
I looked at him like a ancient antique
But my soft little voice didn’t know how to speak.
He touched my hand, It was a gentle warm
But I pulled away because I was the freezing storm.
It was then when he saw my true broken soul
And he decided to show what it meant to be full.
It happened in a second that felt like forever
Bursting into colorful flames by the process of endeavor.
The next thing I knew I was standing in a white room
Looking at a mirror that at first was very unclear.
The more I focused the less I could see
The product was
Everything was me.
Then I saw I wasn’t alone, everyone was beside me
And I had finally reached home.
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