Candle In A Waterfall

I am the sum of discarded minutes. Time taken for granted. Silence before the hurricane. I am mechanical failure in the heat of the moment. We are the hesitation before choosing the cross to carry. From anti- time before the limitations of existence. A countless number of universes being digested in the belly of the everything that is nothingness. I was curiosity using a different name.

I crashed into an endless hallway of locked doors I didn’t know I had the keys to. Each a different version of me. A blind child painting fire on eternity. Chained to the adult who ate their vocie to fill the bellies of the insatiable and uncaring. An artist burying brilliance in the self doubt of mediocrity. A shooting star in the depths of the ocean. I’m passing through. An unloved voice.

A breathless scream.

A candle in the waterfall who somehow lit itself.