Lessons #6868

(Instagram uploads from @hyperbolemuch)

All the people you've 

Ever loved

And ever touched.

Turned into those stars above.

Those you lost along the way,

Those who stopped 

But did not stay.

The ones who tried

To live in and conquer you.

The ones who were

Just trespassing through.

Some you carry like 

Beating aches inside.

Some whose secrets 

You bury deep and hide.

Some still living 

In strange countries.

Others buried and burnt

Into familiar sleep.

The freckled sky

Is stitched together

Clumsily, only for you,

Night after night.

Always both gloomy

and way too bright.

It wants you to 

Look straight up at 

the shimmering carbons. 

They're burning and shining 

A story the 

Ancients left behind:

"We're all here

We're all still here". 

(Subject inside this stunning picture, my friend @supriyasodhi . Picture Credit @abhishekgaurav. Gulmarg, 2015)

Earthing is what protects structures from lightning strikes. And there I was mid-air, pouring my body of flesh, memories and exposed nerves recklessly into you. Without a thought on how the current would split me into two ~hyperbolemuch . 

(Picture credit my fav Instagram feed @ballerinaproject_ with the stunning @julietdoherty)