I Can Create These Now I Guess

I can create these now I guess

Beautifully Made for Each Other

I am beautifully made. I am without imperfection. On the inside, I am like a cloud, soft and smooth. And, in this, I have something in common with you. You too are beautifully made, even though you do have imperfections and you are not made of bronze and mahogany. And we both do the same thing, too, don’t we? We are waiting for each other. I know you have grand ideas about your future. But I already know what the future holds. We are waiting for each other. Nothing more. I am waiting for you. And you are waiting for me, even if you try to deny it with your big ideas. I am patient, while you run around being educated, getting married, having children, trying to get ahead at some job, making it—because I know you will come to me in the end. I wait in warehouses. I wait in carpeted rooms with others like myself. I am taken around in trucks. I am run in and out of rooms on a wheeled dolly made just for me. I don’t mind, because I know the future. You might live long enough to attain the wisdom, finally, of knowing that you and I are meant for each other. If not, it doesn’t matter; we will be together soon enough. But I am saddened, too. How can anything as beautifully made as we are be hidden out of sight? Shouldn’t our beauty be seen? But, at least we will be together. I will give you rest in a mahogany bed, upon a satin pillow, and it will be my joy. After all, we are beautifully made for one another.

Alice

She bound my hands to hers and told me there was nothing more to see. And so I waited and listened, On this mountain on my own, I stand and wait for the coming blue. She slips in unnoticed and takes their food. The sky is blue and so are my fingertips. I wake up in her arms once more. She bound my spine to hers and told me there was nothing more for me. I ran and hopped the cliffside, Fell and splintered throughout. It rained blue from above. Down below was blue, Bubbling and melting. I wake up on a boat alone. She bound my mind to hers and told me there was nowhere left to flee. And perhaps I wouldn't today. I'll wait here a bit longer, Sinking into the grass around me. Her eyes can't see mine as I sleep, That blue obscured in these caverns, And I a single stone.

Been looking at enneagram and thought it was interesting how some types have wings that convey a different emotional focus than their core type. Anger: Type 1, 8, 9. Fear: Type 5, 6, 7. Shame: Type 2, 3, 4.

Dear Raw Tomato,

May I find within your flesh a transformation.

seATtle :)