Once Again, Forevermore

Once again I stare up at the ceiling, devoured by moving shadows. These demons that ever so lurk silently, but there, right before my eyes. Once again, I stir alongside the awakening of these spirits.

They consume me like Midsommar’s fire, silently incinerating my body. But they cannot reach my heart, for it is safe within the grasp of a familiar man; he who lies invisible beside me in my bed. He whose ghostly arms envelop me like a blanket of snow, protecting me always.

Breathing into me, I rest: once again, forevermore.

The Moon Fairy

There is a small child:

Both wild and mild by heart.

Dancing along the footsteps of her innocent companions,

she merges with nature as one.

The moon contains her memories, tapping into the reservoir of her mind.

 

By day, I move with no purpose; by night, I am twelve again.

How the world moves in such sleepy revolutions.

Freedom is but another prison within the cage that is the mind,

a prison that is adorned with shackles of gold and blood of roses.

 

She lives innocently, delicately, peacefully, lonely.

As pure as the nostalgic water that flows right through her soul,

with piercing clarity, longing, and spiritual renewal.

She writes to relive.


Inspired by Snowdin Town – Undertale OST.

“The sight of such a friendly town fills you with determination.”

The Eraser

Letting go is a form of catharsis I have a hard time with. It’s contradictory: it’s freeing, and then hollow at the same time. The sorrow of losing sometimes is heavier on some days, but I put trust and faith into my steps and walk towards tomorrow.

It teaches me to cherish something or someone while they are still there. To know that nothing lasts forever, or at least most things, and that the beauty of the human heart is ever so fleeting. It is like listening to a song filled with emotions: its riveting, broken chords woven into a comprehensible and beautiful melody. The little moments that build the full composition that is art. To be appreciated whether by note or holistically. The piece doesn’t last long, and a part of me may wonder if it is worth searching for the name of the song, and its soul. Instead, some are left to be only enjoyed in that moment, and while I desperately want to know, the greater part of me lays still, alone on my bed, with my back turned against it. As thoughts pervade my mind and heart, my better judgement roots me there, and all I can do is appreciate it. Able and unable to move.

So I let go, of all convictions that would otherwise motivate me to seek it out, and I simply enjoy the time I have left. The final broken chord represents the dissipating emotions, and there I lay in a forgetful shroud that blankets me and consumes these memories. I don’t remember many of these songs, and while they don’t resound so clearly and beautifully anymore, the pain of forgetting is always softened by time, ironically. The Eraser of Memories itself.

Inspired by Moon Arpeggio.