the ones we love never love us back
this is a given
but life can be mysterious
in better ways
imagine you are an alien on this earth
and everything becomes wonderful
you are an explorer of a distant world
of strange animals and beings
of incredible beauty
and you wander among them
as if you belong
as if they accept you among them
imagine every inconsequential place
every seemingly empty space
the gap between two pages
the distance between two faces
is as likely the center of the universe
as any other place or space
imagine emptiness
is pregnant with potential
that every forgotten unnoticed corner of your world
can suddenly produce a miracle
imagine that cold windswept square
empty at 4 am in the morning
could produce a space traveler
in a moment
as strange as yourself
imagine each home
each vehicle
each fourwallsandroof
is time machine
is spaceship
hurtling through the galaxies
speeding through space
cold, empty, barren, meaningless, alone
and your children are in them
and your loved ones are there too
and everything feels right
somehow
and you are surrounded by goodness
and care, and love, and people
and even though you’re an alien
you realize they’re all aliens
you realize we’re all aliens somehow
abandoned by wayward gods
in a moment of oblivion
an eternity resounds
and you’re floating
through the oceans of skies
guided by celestial laws
burnt by flaming stars
crushed by dark dark void
but alive somehow
here somehow
fragments of bliss
bound by eyes trained to see
oceans of eternity
in each drip from a tap
and each ring from a key
words on a page
the silence
of We
but the mystery comes at a price
we wait and we pray
that others will find us
others lost
in that unfathomable darkness
looking for another soul
that will define them
and we seek for the day
they will find us
finally
so that we know
once and for all
we are no longer alone
so that we know
once and for all
this skin
this flesh
these bones
are home.
