To fallen hearts and languid desires, to broken dreams and hearts of fire;
Does the burden of pain weigh you down?
To black inks and scribbled papers, to gaping letters and empty phrases.
Do you ever fade?
The days which seem long and the nights that whoosh past along,
Do you ever stay for a little long?
To the flowers that grow in sad alleyways, to the winds that visit dark corridors and light them up.
Do you mourn and crumple?
Why do you go on? Are you like me?
Broken, fallen, ephemeral.
Do you seek refuge? —
In day dreams, in happy giggles, in sunshine and words.
When do you shed your burdens when does your pages crumple?
Do you mourn what you lost, or do you spend your nights waiting for another opportunity to lose?
What do you do when you fall?
Do you dust off the shame and laugh away or do you sit down? —
Make your peace with the earth that creaks under you? Isn’t it what we are supposed to be and supposed to do?
Making our way towards the earth, being one with the sad and moist dust.
Musings 