A wish upon a star of being so formless you surpass even yourself.
Where the unsettling, disturbing, grotesque and the beautiful end
Where the soul begins.
Where the inertia and the limbo unravel into movement.
Where the credibility of the story fades into something more real.
Where reality collapses and in its’ place imagination flowers.
Here is to the act of becoming against all odds.
To the endless nights and days transmuting into moments
To the moments that become a lifetime.
To the hope that the survival that disguises itself as the savior heralds the profound face of life.
And you no longer uphold the old
And you no longer withdraw but you grasp
You grasp the breath that has been bestowed ,
That you draw the line and say no more.
No fucking more
Here is to floating through life as if your existence is grace
And the hungry crawler slips and falls into abyss
Here is to hoping we retrieve the natural curiosity of a child
The awe at how things unravel
Here is to the chaos that trembles at the sound of harmony
Here is to the opposites being one
And to the ones in opposition marching to the sound of the same drum
Here is to hoping that I am a dreamer’s vision that was overdue
Here is to waking up to a clearer view
No black and white and grey
I wonder if in colors there is any dismay?
So Here is to dreaming of a better day.