this crater of longing is endless; it’s madness.
I look to you to fill it.
be sane for me, be peace, be love.
I look to you to complement me.
be my other half, my saviour, my light.
because this pit in my stomach is aching; it’s taking
and I want you to heal me.
be perfect, be soft and then hard;
but i watch myself put all my happiness in your hands.
i wait for you to cross that line in the sand.
it’s a set-up, a mash-up, a lose-lose situation.
because that crater is endless if I look to you.
I want answers.
and the answers lie in soulspeak and stardust.
they lie in poetry and paintings.
in music and in musings.
they lie in a connection so deep and quick that I have to say:
the answers lie within me.
and I am not this aching, this sadness, this pain.
I am the soul and the words, the light and the sound, the sigh and the bliss.
I am the full circle: complete.
and I write to remember.
I write to let you go.
I write to love you as you deserve: freely.
standing firm in the light, I see you and I see me.
I see us
for the very first time:
sane, saved, healed, whole,