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Water color veins

When the night is silent and the stars are screaming I think of all the questions I would ask you, had you been sitting by my side, still.
What color is your soul and where do you think it came from? What god are you living for or darling are you living for the wolves? When you shed that barrier off of your soul and you listen;
 
When you listen,
The moon howls louder than the wolves ever could and darling;
Where are we going anyway? Were all just a bunch of old souls trapped beneath some skin and bones that are trying, trying so hard to be somebody
when maybe the somebody you are, is good enough.
When the ocean is silent and my heart is screaming I think to myself,
I think to the trees and to the grass,
and to the moths that are flying in the blunt darkness searching for the sun;
I am a moth, too.
 
I’m shedding my skin
I am growing older
I am losing, my identity.
My blood runs yellow beneath my water color veins
I’m surprised
there’s anything moving inside me at all.
I’m an old soul with hands of gold
but my mind doesn’t fit this universe–
I’m a different soul living in the world of the hungry;
But I am not a lion.
 
My head is a purple sky filled with words instead of stars,  
How I wish I could be a star again,
where neither one of us cried for that we must shine brighter
 
My mouth is a field of poppies,
dandelions sprouting between my teeth
How I miss being a flower
Where we bloomed as we were made,
and we drank from the sun, living happily in our bodies, living happily as nature made us.  
 
Maybe I’m just an old star, living in the wrong universe.
 
Maybe I’m just a star, who was never meant to be human.

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