What’s fair? Your entire life you were brought up in a bubble of false absolute morals. The majority of your life; dedicated, to being confined within an educational institution, its no wonder why you made your career path so set to that of a teacher, and what wisdom do you think you can possibly offer? Fill their heads with the same fairy tale nonsense that you believed throughout your entire adolescence? Or show them what you really learned beneath all those scars. That there isn’t any universal moral sense. That the world is filled with parasites, vying for power, security, belonging, purpose and love.

Love… You know that one better than all of them, don’t you? The one emotion you grasp at, yet can never keep a firm hold. Constantly, it remains as flesh slipping through sweaty hands. A fragile castle of sand, and here you are holding onto it against your heart, completely aware that every further step you take is another grain to be replaced by a new, lesser memory. So you stand, wallow in your own pain, and beloved memories that are as hollow as the shells she collected on the shore. Do you ever think she collects them with another now? Does that thought tear at your insides? Does it make you want to inflict the same pain you feel, just for a moment of recognition, of mutual understanding that you so desperately believed was the truth in love?

You are nothing. Unsuited for this world. Your hatred, your passion, your words. You are a disgrace to shining giants’ blood that flows in your veins. So go on, Teach me something. Teach me something different, or subside to the relic you are.

It’s that lovely emotional drain after a heated arguement with someone you love and yet, you want to hate at the same time. I can’t change someone, I get that. Perceptions can be a terrible thing, especially when you try to see through the eyes of someone else and what you find betrays the foundations of your own percieving. Are things ever truly mutual? I can …tell you quite honestly, I’d rather find myself battling for my life in a matter of a physical feat. At least I know whats on the line, I know what my hands and my body is capable of. but my mind… my mind is what I fear the most. just like I fear the mind of everyone I ever cared for.

Do you remember the roots that bound us as one?

Tempered in the flames that were our birthright.

Dug deep within the cold, young earth.

Do you remember the endlessness of time?

Where we stood weightless amongst the heavens.

Before you or I ever dared to know a name. 

Do you remember the rhytmn of the stars?

When you rest your head upon my heart.

Do you hear the song I’ve always sung to you?

Before the beginning of time, before we ever knew night or day.

When we were ripped apart.

Strewn across the dark night sky.

I promised I’d find you again.

Do you remember the foley in my dark eyes?

Before you or I ever dared to see?

It was every atom that begged upon our lips.

The binary stars etched deep into your eyes.

We remembered graivty.

Before you or I ever dared to collide.

Do you remember the way you’d dig

Your feet

Into the coarse, tanned, sand.

And under every hushed breath.

You thanked the moon for its tides.

I knew it then.

I knew it the day I ever dared to ask.

You told me I was light.

oranges

and yellow.

You told me tales like they’ve left your lips a thousands times

and touched my ears a trillions more.

“Siegfried”

You mused.

“become invulnerable by bathing in the blood of a dragon…”

I ran my fingertips.

I’ve felt your flesh before it was bone.

before bone

before dust.

And all the trinkets..

All the gems.

All the ores, and silvers that make up the Earth, in which our souls found haven.

All the physical things I lay upon your feet.

They are the symbols.

To make you remember what you always knew.

Just as the leaf of the Tilia falls upon my heart.

To make me remember the one spot.

To where you use to call

“home”

Do you remember?