icarusandthesea

[icarusandthesea]

the shape of absence in orange peels and solitary dining tables

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[icarusandthesea]

and sometimes i feel so half-formed, so unfinished, floating and grey, insubstantial and wispy, a ghost in my own reality;

but that's not right either.

I'm physical and solid and i resent that solidity, the corporeality of my own body. I'm a rotting entity and my very physicality reflects it, requiring constant upkeep, falling apart at the seams.

some days, I see myself as a tiny little clay man out in the rain, face half melted off but material and meaningless in my own tangibility, made of barely held together mud.

they say ashes to ashes and dust to dust;

most days I want the little clay man in the rain to lie down, and rest, feel the rain wash him away, feel himself melt back into the ground

and I think, maybe, maybe, finally, if I lay myself down and give myself up; when my lungs flow into tree sap and my ribs house an ecosystem, when dead leaves line my eyesockets, when the roots I've craved and loathed for so long finally reach my fingertips and crack through my skull, when there is no distinction between body and soil and when wildflowers finally find a place in my chest, when my body becomes both a microcosm and inconsequential,

maybe then I will be part of this place here,

in my decay I will be worthy of life,

in my infinitesimality I will mean something,

and maybe, when the earth cleaves in two and swallows me whole,

I will be home.

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[icarusandthesea]

Write.

Write of broken people, of all consuming madness

Write of change and growth. Write of people who are healing, one devastation at a time.

Write of the far flung corners of the earth, of distant shores and exotic lands brimming with passion and adventure.

Write of home. Of love, and of acceptance.

Write of bitter truths and harsher realities.

Write of the most fantastic stories that you could possibly dream up

Write of gentle breezes, of the sussuration of rustling leaves just before a summer shower.

Write of harsh winds howling over vast desolations.

Write of the ancient currents of endless oceans, unfathomable, terrifying;

Write of the tides of civilizations that thought themselves immortal

Write of the sun and the moon and the stars.

Write of everything below and everything beyond.

Write of anything that catches your fancy, write of what keeps you up at night

Write of unanswerable questions, ponder divinity and dissect mundanity.

Write of joy, and of sorrow.

Write of hate and of compassion.

Write of life, and of death.

Write of despair but after, always write of hope.

Live and dream and burn,

but do not ever forget to write.

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