metaphors exist in trillions,
and none could be enough to compare
the warmth filling up my toes, it spreads further (like the first rays of sunshine rising, they dance on your fingertips like the translucent nutcracker princess), it flows through my blood vessels, the excitement rushes slowly over my arms, until it reaches my heart, it is thawed from it's existential form (like the age long mammoths in ice bergs), it fills up my head, there's a needing hug i give to myself, almost (like a plea being finally taken into adjustment, year long waits of self love waiting to be fulfilled), it overwhelms me to the edge (i've awakened from my depths of despair, they tell me to stay home, but they know, i'll have to venture back into the blinding oceans, disappearing from their sight of neat-lined white horizons), i know now, i can write about love without knowing what it is, because love is perceived as whatever we long it to be, i know myself more than anyone, i can dive back into my unconscious and recover my repressed memories, i can bring them into light and finally replay them before my eyes, i can watch a whole cinematic 90's movie of my ripples of mistakes, despairs and happy memories, close-up videos of people smiling, movie marathons, and broken metaphorical mirrors, i care about every speed-lighted travelling thought that arises in my brain and hold onto them with all my strength, hold onto myself and all the others, humans are luminous, and it's so hard because sometimes we are cynical to ourselves and to the world, but i can't help but look at everyone with so much fascination and beauty, all i can do is stare, but that's what it makes them more beautiful, with every second of time, i begin to see myself with the same fascination, i recycle the same words i've written over and over again and call it art (it feels like i've been reborn into this world again, only this time, i'll remember the descriptions of my birth so intricately, that i'll carry it everywhere with me), i'll complete sappho's unfinished poems and try to hold onto the fragments,
i'm the divine necromancer
with desolate moon craters dug on her forehead,
i'll smile and wave at strangers,
i will dance with myself while
running down the streets of paris
and i'll hastily return to my
dancing after spotting a street musician,
because in moments, there is everything,
and in everything, there are memories,
like dino ahmetović
wrote
"come on, dance with me.
the earth is spinning, and we can't
just stand on it,"
fill my tear glands finally,
this will be an orchestra,
the most grandest out of all
that you have ever witnessed.

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this is a very messy piece.
dedicated to ceramjcanimal ♡
i wrote this while i was half asleep and it's very nonsensical, but it felt weirdly ecstatic too.
i hope you like it :')