Journal 28.8.22 9.56 pm

Everything seems to be falling apart
In my mundane existence, as I seek
Salvation in your ethereal wisdom
Everything becomes as it should, a challenge. 
Because to love is challenging, 
It comes with stuff we hate, 
All a reflection of our dreams and words
And feelings and thoughts. 
Your eyes so full of tales, of suffering and love, 
And I weep as I dream of the circumstances
You must have faced. I seek refuge in those eyes
And those grisly eyebrows, your lines drive
Through me thorns with roses to smell. 
To think I may never know you fills me with remorse;
How have you come so far? 
How are you your own boss? 

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