NIGHT WITH FLOATING THOUGHTS
I was walking with two people on the road,
at one point I thought I was walking with
they became absorbed and distanced like
It felt like walking alone but was it the same?
Only by the flickering light that
shone through their edges could I know that
some shadows weren’t shadows; that
some shadows have depth thick as flesh and bones; that
some shadows are beings with forms
But besides my mind there really wasn’t anything else to
draw the lines between a human and a
counterpart of light.
I walked along the edge of a park,
casting a giant shadow of me on the lawn beneath.
The shadow moved as I moved,
synced with my pace, a
I felt grand in a
I knew that I wasn’t
Glad I felt that
shadow bore no weight, so
the ground wouldn’t
Every time I stand high at an edge,
I look down and think
“what if I jump now?”
Not for anything but merely to
prove that my life isn’t destined,
if I weren’t destined to die falling off tonight.
As if I knew what I was destined to do.
Looking up at the stars
that shine so discreetly,
being overshadowed so completely,
I felt dizzy.
Rising up to match with them yet
falling fast back down to earth.
Stretched long and thin,
somewhere in between
floating and being stuck,
sublimed uplifting drowning.
An ordinary ephemeral soul.