The world to the universe is a drop to the sea; so what say Spirit about you and me? Flashes of green agree that I matter, but it comes ever so often like paint in a splatter. A canvas that I stare at, afraid I'll ruin. I have so much to work with, yet I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know what to make about life itself, I always feel like it's just me and myself. I want to know more, but what's holding me back? Why do fireflies gravitate in the black towards me? I want to know more.
They have a term for my 'kind', but I don't know if I can affiliate myself with that state of mind or that group of amazing and awe-worthy souls. Confusion circles my inner being, because I hate risk. These lights touch my hand and then burst into wisps of smoke. I have the overwhelming sense that I broke through confusion in the state of soul, but as I'm sent back to earth I've broken through a mold of who I am and what my soul's all about. Why the fuck am I so filled up with doubt?
Love I cannot touch, nor do I want to see; I wish my feelings would let me be. I know I long for the idea of love, but when I'm given the chance I do not rise above. I descend below and keep my heart below my sleeve, in the process of hurting those who I so believed to be infatuated with. I feel like I've once radiated with love, then I was burned and charred. Now ashes sum up my ability, and for that I am sorry.
I sit in the pit of doubt's stomach quite often. Doubt is full and content. I am bent on the fact that I have been consumed by such a petty, petty creature, and I've been tricked to fall in love with all of its features. I find myself currently crawling up its throat, searching for answers. I have the ability to know, and I've been shown.
As I write this, the green infects me. Big eyes, forgiving soul, doubt swallowed me whole. I know it will stay for a while, flashes of green mild, heart beating per minute a mile.
They call me Star Child.
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