Beyond the Door
I see the beauty in the breakdown. I understand the special duality of darkness and light. I embrace the ephemeral quality of pleasure and pain and see life in the whisper of possibilties.
I feel for the spaces between experiences, the passing of potential futures and the poetry of loss in the moments we overlooked.
I love life but I don't fear death. I don't want to die but I know I've been there before. I seek meaning where there is none and know there is none. And yet still seek meaning from the void.
I know the gifts that come from hurt.
"I have been here before, but when or how I cannot tell. I know the grass beyond the door"