you pull on heart strands
thinking i dont feel pangs
assuming they snap back smoothly
a rubber band suspended by tension
hearts dont work with spaghetti strings
you wonder why i dont feel joy
why my smile lacks heat of a
stars vacant from my eyes
blackholes enveloping any warmth
i stare back at you
do you need to ask
you already know
you are slowly poisoning me
from the inside out
Have you ever been star tripping?
You look up and spin around in circles and get dizzy and fall down and get your composure and do it all over again.
But you do it because it is fun. You do it because it is beautiful. You do it because it is captivating and unique and changing.
Sometimes you fall down and it takes a bit longer to get up. Maybe you spun around a bit too much and the dizziness overwhelms you. You might scrape your knee or bump into something. So you take a bit longer to pick yourself up and start spinning again–head held high, looking up.
There is nothing wrong with falling. It’s part of the experience.
That is kind of the most wonderful part of it. You never know what is going to happen. You laugh and smile and openly accept that you cannot control where you fall or when. But you know that you do get to pick when you stand back up and how you hold yourself and move on.
You know what’s neat about star tripping? It’s a lot like life.