a moment now
for the beautiful ones gained,
and the tragic, fading shadows
i never believed could ever be lost...
with all its technology and tragedy,
its ever timeless time passing so cruely,
yet giving to me so unconditionally,
has finally traced the faintest shape
in what seemed for my entire life
a meaningless, bleeding past
full of desires, rages and longings,
but little else.
and now it propels me
into the rest of my unknown,
for however long i am given,
and no matter what direction
the path takes me.
a secret strength,
a fearless tenderness,
perhaps a truth gained,
and more love and hate
than i could ever name.
it can't ever be as neat as this:
my vicious, mercenary gift for words,
but i am grateful
for all of it.