Rebirth

There is stardust and 

void inside of me, 

swirling atoms 

drifting and 

gliding and 

just barely grazing one another

in the suspension found in

a nebula of 

restraint.

Collapse, 

they whisper, 

collapse into yourself 

and let everything collide, 

become beautifully orchestrated 

chaos that resonates 

the song of the universe. 

This isn't the ending of 

a nebula, 

but the beginning of

a galaxy.

Haunted

There are so 

many ghosts of

words and secrets,

leaded and heavy 

in my veins, 

and I am so afraid 

(yet paradoxically hopeful) 

that you'll feel them pulsing 

softly within the 

crook of my neck, 

or hear their whispers 

entwined with

the murmurs of heartbeats.

Dusty Thoughts

Give me a moment 

to recollect my thoughts, 

to dust them off 

and put them back into my 

weary head
 --
My mind has been
a minefield of
 hypotheses,
 and I've been
looking for a way to
keep myself intact
--
So won't you keep
me company
until the dust settles?

Intangibility

I don't know 

the nature of this 

fatigue, 

all I can understand 

is within its intangibility;

 

half-formed thoughts

in front of clouded eyes

 

crescent moons impressed 

into my palm 

matches in my throat 

threatening to alight;

trying to grab the 

fog only lets 

it dissipate between my 

fingers 

and I am left 

so

tired.

Broken Telephone

Somewhere along the way 

the telephone lines
had been cut,
leaving me ungrounded
and full of static
buzzing,
buzzing
through my bones;

I am lost
not in the
sounds of communication
of muttering
and whispering
but in the disconcerting
silence;

Thoughts
and myself 
suspended in
the skyline
of disconnection.

Paper Stars

They say that 

making 

1000 paper stars 

will grant a wish, 

and even though I don't have one
in mind,
I'm giving it a try,

sitting under the 

glow of the lamp

  folding and 

folding and 

folding.

And as I watch 

the stars multiply under 

my fingertips,

overfilling bottles 

and jars, 

I realize the magnitude 

of the innate desire
that I haven't yet realized
is larger than
I imagined,
and perhaps when I finish
1000,
I'll understand what
these stars are for.

Like Music

You and I 

are two parts 

of a song,

with different
tones,
dynamics,
feelings.
Separately we exist
simply and pleasantly,
together we live
complexly;
a melody of
complements.

Yet sometimes the dissonance 

between our notes

becomes too much, 

clashing to the point 

of breaking chaos;
yet somehow
we always drift back to
sweet harmony,
and our song
continues on.