Sculpting Castles; Burning Down Kingdoms

Constructing intricate imaginings founded on whispers and insecurity
No basis.

Elaborate castles with hidden doors and secret pathways
Nothing - as it seems.

Entirely complete ideas are just that
Ideas.

Proven wrong; proven incorrect; burn them down.

People are overwrought with finding purpose.
A reason to live.
A reason that sets them apart.

They want to believe they were meant
fOr something.
Intended to fulfill some destiny.

The fact of it is
We are here.

Refuse to waste away.

Love Affair with the Moon

Late at night, when the moon is at its highest,

When I am at my highest,

I confess my secrets.
I say what I do not say.
I acknowledge what I can not
in the brightness of day.

The night is honest.

The night keeps me honest.

The loneliness it can bring is welcomed.
It is a stark reminder that, in the end,
all we have is ourselves.

One self.

How we choose to live
Who we chose to spend life alongside
comes down entirely to that self.

So I will choose to have a love affair with the moon.

A Crisp November

A crisp November chill can cure a multitude of ailments.
The whistling waves of air wash through to the core -
Wash over the skin -
Dance away.

The gusts take a multitude of worries away with them.
They wrap around the mind and renew -
Erase the problems -

No longer numb.
Fully aware.