One Life To Live: January 2022

Saturday, January 15, 2022

Words

The essence of my existence

Soul of my thoughts

String of my solace

Words

The sound of my silence

Rhythm of my heartbeat

Music of my presence

Yet

They feel like

An alienated concept

Or some undiscovered notion

And a refugee in an alternate dimension

I sense the

Romance in his voice

Or feel his soul-piercing gaze

And witness his naive actions

The beam traversed

A thousand light years.

Not knowing

If its existence

Will ever be felt.

It just knew that it needs

To illuminate its destination.

Even if it was for

A fraction of a second.

Even if the destination wasn't

Even aware of the source.

It's the journey

Of that beam

That mattered to it.

For it was its destiny.