Bittersweet

I feel a light, I see an outcome where I end up alright

These moments, after death, where the soul simply just stops asking questions.

A surrender, looking up, almost frozen...... like the angular opaque beams of sunlight that peek through the blinds every day at around 2:59. That’s what ‘time standing still’, feels like.

Even smoke shows how beautiful she dances in the exposure of night.

How beautifully divine

I decide I want to be alive,

What a close call after the last war in mind.

Isn’t it crazy that we all can recall when we’ve had our own moments of the egos' hardest cry? It’s so difficult to find which labels can properly display what’s going on, inside.

As if every brilliant shade and hue of red, green, yellow, and blue

It’s no wonder that no matter how hard I try,

I am reminded, like light blindingly strobing across my sight. Waking me up from a dream where I remembered why I came to fight. I start to feel like a canvas, blank, ready to be painted with a resurrection of indescribable colors, the off-spring, in the spring of the garden of white. Mother’s milk, dripping vitality to bring creation to life. I was already created though right? Feeling like Christ. Recreated, a flash to my mind. All erased like the scene from MIB, remember that little device?

Isn’t it sublime. Now there’s nothing to hide. Because everything has yet to be designed. I return to the start and start over, one more time. One, like you and I. A planet in the pupil of an eye. A pupil in the school of life.

Book of life, here’s a paper, what will you write? ... Here’s a little piece of mine. This poem’s about the color yellow though, I wanted it to be a surprise. That’s what the color yellow feels like.