Spilling

emotion

an ocean

constantly rearranging

changing 

fickle

a trickle at times

at others a flood

spilling blood

life's veins torn

worn with time

spilling, filling

simultaneously endless and finite

dark night

changing moon, so many faces

no homeostasis

a constant imbalance

reliance on the enigmatic

charged static

electricity

felicity: an ideal

not real

nothing to feel no point

a truth, forsooth

no such thing as absolute

shades of grey 

no way to know for certain

a curtain

fluttering between reality and dream

a seam ripped

a coin flipped

a choice

a voice in your fate

not too late

to choose

be your own muse

pick up your pen

write a new end 

or a new beginning

winning is not about when you start but how you finish

don't diminish belief in magic

tragic when we decide that fantasy and reality don't coincide

denied the right to make our own way

to stray down the paths that straddle the line between the substantial and the fanciful

radical worlds that they say we cannot coexist in

persist in your belief that flowers are fairies in disguise

surprise yourself with your sensibility

sensitivity to the beauty and the pain around you