A string of fortune
Unfortunate or provident
Cursed or blessed
Spending time in a guarded cage or a tempestuous blur
Must the provisional be denied or shall you live through a full spectrum of passion due to the transience of living
Knitting a blanket to preserve warmth through atomic attachment to reach a breaking denouement
Entwining in infinite seconds to find them evanescent
Can I allow closeness or should I shut down?
Intimate space turns into a dent in the mattress outlined by the ghost of one’s body
Embrace the vagueness of felicity for an obscure outcome or keep the routes undiscovered?
Turn one into an eventually abandoned home or roam around the solar system?
If the purpose is to feel, why is pain inescapable?
In a realm of mercurial promises and loosened integrity,
my heart is too big to fit.
Eliot called for the fire sermon
I question the stars, exquisite attachment, and unequivocal detachment
It can be beautiful, it can be tormenting
I feel it beneath my skin.
