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.Untitled (You are her sky.)

by Khabazela Mkhize on Thursday, 07 October 2010 at 19:29

This time i sat with myself under the bonzai and we watched a dying star. This is what he had to say:.."That exact place you didnt want to be. The feeling of sure pain and coldness in your heart. The universe always manages to answer your prayers the other way around. What you expected not to happen happens...then what? You supposed to be grateful with life and what you have. Grateful for the fact that everything you wanted for yourself is at ruins. You wished and your nightmares came true. The thing is... With life the more you dance the more you loose yourself. You stood at the edge and released that last bit of yourself into nothingness. Where you chose to dream of love is where love never comes around. A dry ritual, in the name of lollipops and brown eye winks . Well join me now as i lay under the tree of a thousand stars. Your coy heart roaring next to mine as we orbit a dying sun. Your heart in mine as we breathe in life and point to the childish sky as it comes to a sweet shatter. It really takes the sky to cry for the clay to feel the cleansing love. Now the sky falls for you. You should drink and see who you really are. Who youve become... You have become her. Youve touched every corner of the universe looking for her. You touched every star and every bit of silent space looking for only her. Now you sit here and watch her die. Empty your heart out and touch hers. What youve become is a butterfly. Yet you are sacred to fly. Do you really know what the high sky tastes like? Every soul in the universe urges you to shine on. Light up your own sky. You are her soul, she your mind, you her body and together you make the spirit of your god. Dont let your fears be your memories.