transience

Star-gazing and soul-searching. Examining the skyline with a blind eye in the nighttime hoping that I might find traces of a creator pervading the horizon. Seeking a sip from the golden chalice during the blink of sunrise and drowning in mounds of formaldehyde with intentions to be, forever.

Is it ok if we make a trade? You can go back to relaxing in Elysium if I get to smother my dried eyes and dehydrated taste buds in your summer rain...

Storm clouds forming overhead remind me that the thunder and lightning never last; that this world I'm shouldering is only finite, and that the pain will pass. If Atlas can shrug then I should be able to lug this dead weight over boundless mountains and through vast valleys in order to get a better view, even if just to see the aether retreat and be replaced by the vacant spaces between me and you, and the places where we lay.

Maybe you can help me glimpse The Unreachable by channeling It through rhythmic contortions, croaking groans and shallow breathing. And perhaps, after your brief meeting, we can reconvene and I can listen to your heart and its transient beating...

Sun-staring and soul-searching. Pursuing a negligent God and looking for Her in the daytime with a flashlight. Tasting the forbidden fruit and ingesting its roots during the arrival of twilight, with intentions to eventually end this charade of resisting decay and to just live, if only for today...