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Fate, its children and I.

I dream.

When the west end of the sky eats the Sun for supper, I will always try to make sense of it all. The dandelions are kissing one another and so are a thousand tragedies before they set on their journey towards my little home. I lock the door with a glass key that breaks in my hand and adorns blood lines across my palm. And when my guests arrive, I offer them tea and tales of comical misfortune.

They laugh.

They laugh so I laugh like we all laugh at the sickest things. Two lumps of sugar and they know who I am. How can ten years with the same person fail to provide you with the clarity that hits you in the skull right now? The very clarity that makes you hate the same person you loved a long, long time ago.

Questions slip through between my toes.

They slither away like snakes down my paisely patterned carpet. The black hole below the arched back of a mad man. My guests are waiting to attack. They are patient like all tragedies are. I am content and recuperating when they strike. Gifted-gashes are presents from the deepest pit of hell.One-a gash two-a gash three-a gash.

My guests leave. The dandelions stop kissing. The glass key is embedded in the form of shards within the soft flesh of my palm. I nibble at the end of a stale cookie while fate takes another bite of my soul.

Breathe

Breathe in me hope. I want to reach out to the sky and snatch every star from the hands of God. And when you’re asleep, I want to rest your head on my lap and watch you dream of the impossible. Forgive me when I don’t make sense and forgive me when I storm out of the room. There are moments I have no control over. There are movements I cannot restrict.

Breathe in me compassion. I want to pull the thorns out of your feet and let you walk, for once, in complete peace. And when you’re busy with the world, I want to stand right beside you wishing you the best of what life has to offer. Forgive me when I hold back the best in me and forgive me when I expose you to the worst. There are emotions I cannot contain. There are words I fail to say.

Breathe in me power. I want to heal you and what eats you from within. So that you may smile for me one winter night. And when you’re fighting back demons and faces and feelings, I want to hold you close and tell you it’s alright. I want the power to make things right. Forgive me when I fail to protect you and forgive me when I abandon you at the most crucial time. There are inadequacies in me I have to fix. There are loopholes I need to fill.

Breathe in me love. I want to be happy with me and with you. So that my bliss comes from within my core and reaches out to yours. And when you’re tired and hopeless, I want you to look at me and know that things will change, that life has so much to offer, to look forward to. Forgive me for what my past made me and forgive me for ruining my present. There are bitter things to get over. There is a future to make the best of.

Breathe in me now.