Sabrina, Paste, and Plato snippet

Sabrina, Paste, and Plato snippet

Not the best day
Not the best week
Better worlds exist-
How are they not mine?
Mine should be the best, by rights
It's the one I'll know most intimately
But then again
It's possible,
It's probable that everyone feels that it's all falling short
At least sometimes
Maybe it's that I'm stuck and still stuck
Maybe it isn't my friends' job to get me up
Maybe that's on me
Maybe they're throwing a rope into this pit
And I'm choosing to stay put

If I'm sure about anything
It's that I'm really not sure;
That things are uncertain
That once I start to assume something (good) about someone,
They break the pattern

He's an itty hedgehog
And I can't take my eyes off him
It's all quite unfathomable
Bumbling around, stumbling, tripping across a vast emotional meadow
Beautiful everything, everywhere
Life and living in action, unfolding
Small creatures flying about him
Pterodactyls and time machines, stardust and musical notes that you can see dancing by
Whimsy in sight, touch, smell, sound
I am a rock, and he is running into me as if he can't help it, or he can't tell
I am a pool, and he is running into me for safety, refreshment
Either way, drawn to me, whether I be a magnet or an obstacle
But either way, more likely than not unable to know which
Tiny self, tiny eyes for tiny sight, large world, tall grass
Either way, he gets his way in the end if history is any indication;
There's no compromise, consideration, no heed paid to any wiser understanding, or a freer heart
And so i remain, and so, the story is likely to tell, he trundles by.

The foolish bravely face the sun,

Icy shadows streaming across the sides of our faces

Looking to what strength it has left to provide warmth;

Then there are those who know it is too late,

That things cannot be the same,

That coldness will overtake it all

And we'll be left with mere dreams of the time when light held its weight

Why do you ask me what this all means?

Things come so slowly
…just let it be

Darkness

Darkness

Oh how the time flies 

When solitude lines these eyes