Searching

i am always searching

high,

low,

left,

right,

across,

and between,

as though my eyes are begging

for something new

to carry them away.

should I drink this whiskey

and feel the world

or should I leave it alone

and feel the bare and wounded nothing?

you tell me, mysterious one

tell me what you have been through.

what makes you cry,

and laugh,

and scream with anger?

why do you do

what you do?

tell me of fallen friends,

and lovers,

and angels.

the things you have held sacred

and dropped.

tell me about your wild

and burning passions.

show me your darkness

and tell me about how even the moon

can’t help but hold it

every night.

what reasons do you have

to want to be better?

to do better?

tell me how your hands won’t let you,

how your feet won’t carry you,

how you’re stuck between

reality

and a dream.

tell me everything, my dear.

in a world where everyone is scared

to tell the truth –

i dare you to

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