The universe is a whirlwind that controls all of us, is connected to all of us. It acts the same as us. Throw good vibes into it and good will come back. Ask what it wants and without mercy, it will find a way to show you. It has a plan for all of us, and doesn’t favor anyone over anyone else, for we are all a part of it. Life is a series of paths and forks in the road. Every choice leads to an infinite amount of new paths and choices. Sometimes I stand at a fork in the road for a long time. Too long, waiting for something to drive me in whatever direction. There is a reason for everything, I told you. We met for a reason. Had we met under different circumstances, maybe our purpose together would be less important. But we met how we met, we did what we did, and everything is going as planned. So when things happen that hurt people, and you think you owe someone an explanation, you don’t. You only owe it to yourself to stick to the plan, and figure it out for yourself.  Don’t get me wrong, I know people are hurt, and I know people don’t understand. But we don’t need understanding. We have a path, and zero time for standing in the middle of it. It goes on, and it won’t wait.  Maybe I’m trying to convince myself that all of us are completely unscathed of wrongdoings. I don’t know. I just know that every situation is a lesson in disguise no matter how painful. And we will grow from it. To this you said, I’ve been thinking. Maybe some people, are only meant to exist together for a certain amount of time. Maybe none of what we are experiencing now is forever.  Since you’ve come and gone, that thought comes back to me from time to time. If we could speak again, I would respond with this. Maybe nothing happens for any reason at all.

Drag me into the soil by my hair Rip my roots out hard, and let my scalp bleed endlessly For now, I can only bleed black and white The vibrancy that was once so symbolic is now gone As is the colors that used to move us forward Fading in the horizon without granting a final breath Bury my luscious locks in the sand Drag me into the ocean by my hands Let the waves twist them relentlessly and break all the joints Once so kind and ready to feed the hungry Now only shriveled and massacred by sharks These hands used to create so much but now they can only bleed black and white No expression, no understanding Dissolve within the tunes they used to reciprocate within a cohesive unit Freeze my veins and shatter me Drag me into the sky upside down by my feet Dangle me above the beautiful treetops, and let me plummet As my head splatters to the ground I can only bleed black and white Those at my funeral wonder where my creativity went No ideas left behind to carry on my legacy Toss me through the clouds like a rag doll I hope that all though my body is destroyed my spirit is free Where are the things we used to have, that kept us moving forward Where are the thoughts we used to think that kept our perspective in check Where are the feels we used to feel that kept us from falling apart Where is the color we used to know What is the point if I can only bleed black and white Where is the person I used to be The person who used to feel color Connect with color My ideas used to burn brighter then the sun Where did that go I don’t know, and that’s why I have decided to die I’ve lost my color and I’m sorry I’m leaving I hope you find yours

A moment of interlocking fingers A forest rife with activity under an oceanic sky I feel frozen by your presence As the sight of the overpowering skywave washes over me Torrents of meaning carry us to fields of wonder Consumed by nights of stars and intimate thunder Sizzling energy around us as our hearts beat in time As our beings become one Disconnected uncertainty is the construct that drives us Head first into each other Disconnected but entwined within the flesh Tangled in vines of passion A world where lights flash but day never breaks Our youth is vivid within radiant beams Surrounded by lush tones and crests of synthesizer And now, you are gone The current of clouds never stops flowing But it continues to recede

Within the folds of a subconscious universe, thoughts of you grow, pulse, expand, fluctuate, sink, resurface, process, cycle through. A week after we met, I had a dream, that you were consumed by a spiraling skyscraper of ocean. My hand reached out to pull you back up but you were never seen again. My heart was broken. The result, a bubbling pit of emotion that erupted inside, made little sense but to this day is a parallel of the truth. The truth that I have been fighting. A truth in which I remain in denial. I feel so lost in your arms As they endearingly crawl towards my chest and dig their way into my heart It pounds with uncertainty as I sink into your grasp Tearing at the walls, staring at the ceiling, confined in this box and being warmed by your sweet breath Pierced by your eyes so wide and so confused so untrusting I don’t understand our direction and I don’t think I ever will I just hope you find what you’re looking for Because right now, in your arms, I am so fucking lost Many of our experiences together will destroy me if I don’t learn to forgive and forget. Thus begins my efforts to sprint as quickly as I can down a more enlightened path. One without ego, or self destructive tendencies that spread like a cyclone of fire, that make this planet a living hell. I won’t know how to speak to anyone until my head breaks through the clouds and is free. How dare anyone call these things natural when we say evil is only created and never born. But I refuse to move past what’s important. Everything that has kept us chained to the soil for so long was meant to lead us to the adventure we are supposed to have. Within every human being is a grand, beautiful, and complex adventure. Stagnancy has no place on the journey. And ours is just beginning. Don’t be afraid.