silky strands

If I shall loose my mind,
I will do so in pride -
there will be no denying
that the voice I hear telling
me 'hate yourself' - is real. Indeed
it comes from all around us.

Completely detached from any
common understanding what
human connection is about,
I find myself sorrowly missing it.
There is just no way.

To get out of the skinny
shell. To feel closeness
or to cry while leaning
against non-artificial
comfort coming from a fellow
human being. There may
be non to come.

The judgements we gracefully
spread. It's the disease that
lies at the bottom of my decay.
Soothing love cannot withstand
the slander of a gloomy day.

There is brightness outside -
just get out of your home. And
give in to the drastic need; to
be one of the few. One of those
who love, befriend, feel worthy?
One who loves, befriends, feels worthy.


It's hurting the most to live in
denial. We are no foes. Nor selfless
angels. Those would not have the
resource of blooming in full power
on top of freely chosen paths. That's what
makes us walk among those who live
on silky strands of universe's life.