The Words I've Acquired

What I wouldn’t give to Meet your eyes for the first time I’d look at you As I do now Hopeful that we’d always make it through Cause as the years have feathered on I’ve seen your every form You were the light on top of the mountain The fresh scent of the forest And the exhilaration of every cityscape And when life treated me poorly You were the richest part of me Every day you reoccurred and loved me most in the mundane So, can we stay right here for just a little longer? You see We needn’t travel any further to be with one another

Let’s consider this for a moment That art in all of its forms has the power to disrupt our everyday lives, and awaken our hidden emotions Think about it You might hear a song that makes you dance Read a poem that brings you to tears Or be completely captured by a painting or sculpture You see Art reminds us of our very human capability to be deeply moved by the world around us But what if the greatest creation does not come in the form of a physical object, what if it’s you? The you beneath the mask The you who knows the way through And the you that is unabashedly free Because perhaps with that door open, we would all hone our skills in compassion and master the technique of including every type of person So, as you go outside and leave this place, may you remember that when you stand in your full authenticity ~ You become the key that unlocks us all

I seem to prioritize your illusion of harmony over my comfortability Either he or she Either he or she Do either of these work for me? I keep wondering why we pose for pictures ~We aren’t like the trees that would never break a whisper~ Take me to the time when we could blink and shiver I’m sure you wouldn’t love a world that assigned you the wrong identity So why do you insist on crumpling diversity and forcing everyone into the binary Is it because of fragile masculinity? You must be well aware of how you fail so miserably Because only incompetence would drag others so violently

Ever feel like you’d live better under water Cause the world knocks and my mind continues sinking

It’s dark inside The Places Unknown There are sharp emerald rocks that melt into daggered snow Legend has it that if you make your home out of its All-Knowing Sand You’ll be reborn with feathers for hands So I ventured under and tried to build myself a shelter, but I bent and suffered from the pressure alone Until one morning, a deep fog heated my body, and I rose to the surface And despite the ice that now slithered around my feet, my body began to beat as if it were the first time blood had rushed through me. Then instinct took over, and I began to fly I could hear every tree telling its story, like the one about Sun-beans, golden bark, and armoured leaves So I asked them… Can I stay here forever? Live in the Sunrise and sing for the Plum Mountains? But they told me that my future’s name is Unkept Promise Thus, I’ll descend to find my soul inside the Places Unknown

I love the way you say your name and how our hands communicate But these days, I am debating between crying and escape I sat for some time, but feelings don’t change It turns out my love moves like clouds of paint ~ soft in the summer and electric when it rains ☔

I keep wondering why we pose for pictures ~ we aren’t like the trees who would never break their whisper ~ take me to a place where we can blink and shiver and melt all the ornaments modeling through the winter

When the Sun sat, we began to ripple apart Throughout the day, we had painted each other’s portraits As if making could make the other stay longer But it was only until I coiled into sleep that I felt the ponds drain over me