she is the lightning
flahing bright, before the noise
that loud-
-terrifying noise.
She is admists all the rain,
folded up in storm clouds,
waiting for her sunny days.
But little did you know,
that noise is her biggest fear.
She's forever running away from it,
that's why she's almost never there.
dh. 07.2021
I hate longing for you.
the ever growing yearning
to
be
right there
to you.
I ping pong down hallways in my head
But it fells less crazy,
When I find myself in your hands.
The high blood pressure
Translates to hand beats-
Tapping up and down your skin.
With you- all my words are melodies.
And all the silences’
Are cataclysmic waves of energies
That raise my hair upon my skin.
But when I’m alone,
Or with a group-
And I get anxious or nervous,
I know my first remedy
is you.
The shoulder that feels like home.
But it’s such a bittersweet longing.
For every breath
that’s been stolen away from you lips;
There’s been at least two more
corrupted from desiring them.
22:10
07.10.22
It’s common for them to think a Guru is a glorified teacher. But, that’s not that case.
