Frozen Peas and Broken Knees

Nights of ecstasy followed by Tchaikovsky.

I've sat and watched the night melt into day.
I've tasted the lips of cold quiet mornings.
I've held hands with helpless loneliness.
I've caressed the burdened shoulders of altered realities.

Places where time and space is different.
Blue and purple and still and the slight sound of breathing echo in the hallways of my mind.

Rainy nights where the rain splatters on the window to the beat of "Prelude For Time Feelers."

A state of utter calm yet raptured chaos rests on the thin line of this reality.

Classical music in a lightning storm.

Crashing, flashing, heart rendering bolts of plasma dance across the sky as I silently sway to Beethoven.

Here and now, I am the calm amongst the storm.
The peace within chaos.
The peace that is at war with itself.

I am my eye of the storm.
I am the peace.
I am the chaos.

I am complex and untamable.

Like the sad lilt in Claude Debussy's "Clair De Lune," I am powerful and melancholy in a beautiful way.

I am the beautiful rose that you watch with glee as you hold the match to its tender petals.

I burn with a calm chaos.

Moonlight Sonatas and crashing waves.
Break me, bruise me, bleed me dry.
I will not break, I won't even cry.
For tonight I am invincible and will never die.