Reign
- Ceyda Güzelsevdi
- Aug 16, 2021
- 2 min read
I'm divided
lost
divided into a million of them
each one loves me dearly
adores and consumes me fully
there is no such thing as making a choice
there is a thing called death
and ashes
as I'm sitting here
laying my essence in the empty space
I feel it
Both sides of immortal
Infinite
I don't have an end
there is not a way invented yet
that contain
the heavy space stuff I carry
maybe dark matter is in me
expanding with the energy
the universe is massive
and so are we
but just maybe the reason it accelerates this fast
is because
we too
carry
maybe what they call soul
is intelligent dark energy
lost in the theories
each one wants my life to marry
put a ring on the finger
take me away on a long lost ferry
unboxed thinking
maybe thoughts are what leaves us old and weary
maybe that is the proof that we too
expand so fast
like the one that is dark in its beauty
all our lives
we go searching
look for ways to contemplate
find that one melody
and transcribe it to symbols
invent languages
present realities
then forget they were once ideas
made up by what we call now
the sanitorials of minds
it is all connected
dependent on one and only feeling
the perspective
the piano washes away the reality
guitar introduces itself later on
greets you like there is nothing to worry
the notes calm you down
reminds that once there was nothing
and just because we made it a thing
does not mean that indeed we did succeed
humans are lost in the meaning
which they've translated nothing from
they are lost in the black sea
they call it thoughts as we speak
we humans
we named one thing and that was once nothing
we called that singularity
cause there could be no world
where the meaning could only be lost
making sense out of the world consisted of putting names on it
on it
the shadows
nature as we see
and yes there is so much we are incapable to see
when you close your eyes
that is when you start to see the real see
that is the magnificence
because reality
has always been a true matter of perspective
one which we lost ourselves in
now here standing
we use the reality we created to harm the ones we named
we once appreciated their beauty
before getting the urge to own them all
we humans
we love and comtemplate before we hate
and hate with all its darkness
is a form of beauty
because we humans are beautiful intelligent beings
the most of all
the imperfection
however it all should belong to no one
but us all
the sense of belonging is getting lost on me
I'm once again where I was
where I used to be
spinning round and round
learning
searching
feeling
enlightening
what I thought was lost
nothing was lost
but we found it instead
because once and now
there is and was
no such thing as meaning
we tore the storms apart
build ourselves the tools to carry
carry us above
airborne creatures we are
washing ourselves away in the beauty of pretense
it is all too
unplanned
we have the ability
free to decide and own
when we feel like it's time to rain over it
because we declare the nature incapable
we shall have the reign on it
and none should have the reign on us
The constant journey of the ethereal self, beautifully laid bare