Hauntingly

Echoes crawl in the empty corners of this mind. Voices, they bounce like music notes on a notepad and these… these caterpillars on my skin give me merciless itches as they brag about how they’ll be butterflies. My eyeballs swiftly shift from one hemisphere to another the fourth hour into deep rest as my bones clink like metal as I rip off my limbs in battle to make instruments in the middle of a nightmare. Minds, just like bodies, are not always pretty. They’re real. As they rise above, they float below. They lay with the creepers that latch on to spines for support. So many of us want tree barks to lash out on with our knuckles till they’re bloody. So many of us want justice, so many of us feel so much love despite it all – hauntingly. It creeps through in the cracks of our brokenness, our anger. This love, hauntingly. Like fireworks in the hollows of your chest, making you giddy, flooding you in instances, instantly. Locking your mind onto loops that intoxicate your being. Hauntingly, intoxicatingly, tugging at the pores of your skin that the caterpillars ruined with their prickliness. This love, roaring out into the messes we make. Our shameful wants and intentions, bubbling through impurity in our blood. Casting its spells on the air we breathe in and breathe out. Head rushes and heat waves, it aches. It is so beautiful that it aches; for all beautiful things have been created to ache. Achingly, hauntingly, intoxicatingly, mindlessly, inexplicably… this love. It exists. Like rain clouds above every thought that passes through our attention. Like purple skies in minds and clouds that are blue, circling the edges and curves of our bodies. Like heavy heaves and salty tears on pillow cases. Like deep breaths and nausea. Like drops of magic potions dripping into our digestive juices. This love, when is untamed and let loose to be liquid; Liquid that takes the shape of its container… it needs help. It is too real to be contained, yet, too chaotic to be set free. Splashing out onto slippery floors the more we try not to spill it. Disastrously. Beautifully. Hauntingly. Intoxicatingly. Tragically. Hopelessly. Addictively… this love.