Cerebral Conception

Thoughts to remind myself

Even
After
All this time
The Sun never says
To the Earth,
“You owe me.”
Look
What happens
With a love like that.
It lights the
Whole
Sky.

What should I say and how should I begin to say it, when all I feel requires no words at all? Is this when silence was born? When you feel so much inside of you but you have not the finest notion if it really means anything at all? It is, a rather terrible thing, to feel like a map that leads to nowhere or a compass with hands that forget which to sway.

Sometimes, I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside of my heart, and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make senses of all that I am.

The nine-to-five life seems dry as stone and without a soul.

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