UNBOUND

I’m the person that made you question every truth that you once thought

you got to see yourself through my eyes but rendered by fear you chose to become blind.

You were given a gift of flawed blue eyed perfection, but you couldn’t stop your life’s

illusionary movie.

The beauty of my gift is it’s immortality,

So even though you chose not to see,

The way I loved you lives on infinitely.

The soul and spirit of that iridescent energy,

Is far greater than either you or me.

It is a consciousness that broke the science of self

It’s very existence created because there was a you and me

And the catalyst made us look and not

just see

It is far greater than both body and mind,

But your blindness inhibits you to see the breathtaking beauty and rarity that surpasses

both you and me,

And the path can only be be walked through the enlightenment of a we.

The beauty of this eternal boundlessness,

lies in the birth, death and suffering surrounding me,

And even your blindness can’t prevent you from feeling the colours of light refracting off

your uncertainty.

When universes collide the Phoenix of what we thought to be true, has to surrender to

the demons lurking within so that it can rise from the ashes of false truths,

Your blindness is a void so you cannot see that the collision of us created a galaxy.

Yet even though you cannot see the light of these breathtaking stars,

You still feel the brightness of each and every one, as they penetrate your self inflicted

dark torture chamber.

Somethings transcend beyond the bounds of your scientific reliance, and it is so sad that

you will never get to see the constellation of stars filling the Milky Way of a what could

have been a we.

I don’t choose to continue my journey easily, but the black hole you’ve created knows only

destruction, I cannot allow you to destroy my light in its entirety. So I’ll give you as much as

I can without becoming a meteor shower that signals the last time I shall ever light up the

night sky.

This is my best and only way to say goodbye.

I shine less brightly, but I shine none the less, and I shall remember the beauty of the

galaxies that can will no longer exist.

Bio

Angie is an old soul, never quite comfortable communicating with today's world, in today's

language - she hides her thoughts in her words. Her worlds of words, sometimes sparse,

sometimes full, always rich in character and characters. Here is a glimpse into that world,

enjoy the sights.