Nov 21, 2020


Ilya lix@ilya90

and how often do you ask yourself that very question?

the one that makes your throat close up

the one with so much weight

how much did you

break apart

from all that ever was?

until there is nothing left

but pieces of your newness

waiting to meet the old

the merging comes as quickly as

the divide that sunk the ship

your waters destined to forsake

all that didn’t fit

the turbulent, the meaningful, the vastness, the abyss

the ever present push and pull

till then, no promises

in words and notes and paint and boats

to farther reaching coves

the journey for the taking

the golden treasure troves