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There Are Things.

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There are things that keep us up at night, things that are said and things that fill us with, some sort of dread, that can only be taken away by some sort of light of invisibility.

  There are things that can only fill us up with hostility, breaking the mirror in which we see so we can no longer even seem to find the words to lighten the pain by a small degree.

I'm laying in my covers and all I can think about is you, my fingers are somehow entangled with my hair and I find myself falling--
  back into some kind of beginning that only takes me two steps back to where I had originally started.

      There are things that get in-between us, wedge themselves so deep that we're torn with the self-confliction of whether or not to believe the fiction, that keeps us moving along a journey we have no control of.

I have no idea, how it got this way, where I was torn on what you wanted to hear and what I needed to say. I have no idea, how night had suddenly turned to day and the time had just seemed to,
   disappear.

There are things that need to reappear, because I am lost and although my candle is still here, I can't seem to find any matches to light the flame of self-assurance.
  But perhaps you can't give me the reassurance, that I needed all along, perhaps when it comes down to me and you, you're nothing but a reminder of why we all needed to be strong.

Perhaps the reality is that you're nothing but a break of day on a rainy afternoon, or maybe worse, you're nothing but a self-destructive typhoon that's come to remind me that destruction is a beautiful part of spiritual construction.

There are things that keep me up at night, but not one of them was ever the doubt that I didn't wanted to embrace the cyclones that seem to remind me of you. I find your journey just as inspiring as mine, just as inquiring to see you grow and I can't help but want to grow with you, to somehow show that you may be a cyclone and I may be rain,

But together we could be a hurricane.
I write free-verse a lot, so if you ever feel like you can't follow along, try reading it outloud.
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Puppy-eater's avatar
Oh wow. This is a truly brilliant piece. It has a great rhythm, and I love your descriptions. :D