Monday

01.06.15

It burned slow like a wick
That’s why it took so hard for me to realise and diffuse it
The flash and the bang was sick, and too loud to notice
Leaving a mess that left us confused, aiming we’d just take shelter in solstice.

Its easier to leave trouble as is,
But a hard decision to make as this,
this elemental connection; isn’t entirely unachievable.
It takes pressure to crystallise a diamond. 
Seeing that we, too are made of carbon
All that pressure shouldn’t make us break.
Then again, it takes pressure to make a bang, and a flash.
And that leads to all kinds of trouble.

All that pressure came deep, from places we’d never knew we’ll go.
It was better when it was just us and the sky, and the above. Dreaming of places we’d knew we’d never go.
But the all the clashes in silence left me wondering was it just for show. 
Whether what was natural eroded away? Or it was replaced with a natural need to fear alone and stay.

None the less it was quite a ride, one i wish was longer.
It wasn’t the best, but i couldn’t imagine anything better.