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Time flees with every breath I take. Everyday is a struggle to not break down in front of the world. How much does one understand the burden of words? The understanding of love and how it is portrayed from the depths of the soul. I am at a lose for words when I describe my past. It is full of dark and decadent actions. Love so foolishly uttered by my lips and betrayed by my actions. Actions that while in the midst of taking place had no sense of right and wrong. Nature and God colliding under the sun. I stood on this earth confused, blinded, and torn between her and my sanity. I was lost in the ocean of her being. Never giving in to the tide of logic but swimming so desperately to find her soul. To comfort that which I could not and never did understand.  I found refuge on an island. A barren, dry, fruitless, inescapable place that only the blasphemous retreat to. My words echo to the stars. My eyes can not see beyond the darkness. I have lost faith in humanity. I have gained the realization that I have control over very little in this world. I have loved with every dimension of who and what I am only to be turned into nothing but a memory. I have loved with a dark and desperate passion. I have sacrificed without hesitation. I have had faith where there should be none. I have loved without being loved.  It does not haunt my future but makes me aware of all that can come from loving a woman. I have disconnected my past from my present. My future belongs to the unknown. I have a stronger soul but a weaker heart. My mind is fortified with glass walls that tower to the heavens yet are breakable with what my eyes behold. We never truly know ourselves until we connect with someone. That connection depends on your words and your purpose.Words from the beginning mean everything to the soul. The tongue is but a forked connection to love and lust. Mine is made of silver, it is weighted to the world and tied to the stars.

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