Fallen Stars

We are all fallen stars

One by one dangling on an iridescent thread

Somewhere far away

Where time slows down

And our lives slowly drift away

We are all fallen stars

Waiting to fall

Waiting for the gravitational pull

To tear us apart

Some of us will be up there forever

Slowly burning

A ball of fire

Tensed up and fixed into a foetal position

Until one day we spring apart

We shoot off

A myriad of colourful explosions

Into the nothingness

And embrace the moon

Like the old friend it truly is

Exceeding all limitations.

 

-E

 

Picture Source: Pilar Zeta on Tumblr

 

Self

Transient states

Erratic, dismal, hyper and then

Like a pen trailing off

All is calm, all is still.

Growing up

Your heart tearing

Emotions overspilling

Like clumsy wine sloshing over the side.

Finding self

Is like finding a needle in a haystackscatterbrain-kate-powell

There may be plenty of fish in the sea

But how do you point out the one

That is you, in a school made up of a million

Individuals

Each swimming

Breathing, being, talking

Chattering all at once.

What am I?

What is self?

One hive mind

Expected to accommodate for

The cookie cutter clean look

Pictured in the magazines.

I am a flurry of ideas, self-doubts, what ifs

But also of adrenaline, charisma and daydreaming.

My self is not a slot easily categorised

I feel how I feel

And are what I am.

Me.

 

Artwork: Kate Powell https://uk.pinterest.com/moonwolf1/artist-kate-powell/