I emptied myself into the singular pursuit.
My apathy, empathy, love, hatred, passion, motivation.
Everything belonged to my one purpose; telling the tale that burned in my chest.
Now I fear I’ve given too much.
I lost Derivation while I was surrendering the rest.
The one thing I was determined to keep is gone.
Without it, I’m not even a person.
So what now? What do I do now that the worst has happened?
How long do I stay away? How long will it take to fall in love again? Until my hands itch with words burning to see life on paper?
I don’t know.
I’m starting over. From the beginning. Tell me again, Alexander.
Stay good and keep transmitting
You’ve moved on
Sleep little one
I’ll carry you away
Rest for a while
When you wake
The darkness will be gone.
Sleep for a while
I’ll carry you home
I’ll carry you
To where you belong
Where you can be free
If only for a moment
Out of this farce
Far from this grief
I’ll carry you with me
To can where you can be safe
As long as you need to be
So sleep little one
While I carry you away
Rest for a moment
When you wake
The darkness will be far behind.
If they were dark, you would never venture into them again. They’re enticing, bright and warm, because they’re drawing all of the light and warmth out of you.
The colder and darker you feel, the more light and warmth you try to generate, until you just can’t anymore.
You need more for the same high.
The universe may be infinite; you are not.
But you are strong, you are loved, and you are not alone. So many of us are right there with you, making more light as it is taken. Maybe one day we’ll make more than the imbalance can pull.
Stay good and keep transmitting.