Pronoia: The Belief that the Universe is Conspiring in Your Favour
I’m so good at writing
unrequited love stories…
How I walked away
to salvage my sanity,
yet cannot seem to escape
seeing the vague similarities
of him in so many...
although, so far,
no one’s had
the same energy.
My mind wants to believe
that it’s not the end,
that we’ll see each other again,
maybe in a month
or perhaps years down the road.
How the fire may have dwindled
and waned
yet that eye-lock;
that inner knowing
that extends far beyond
this rational place,
will spark the fire
in us, again.
I trust that what’s meant to be
will be,
yet I also know
that I must assume,
rationally,
that he was but another fantasy.
Another body and face
in which to place
my desires, hope, and faith.
At least I’ve learned more
about what I’m looking for.
It’s okay to let go, baby girl.
The future is more incredible
than you can daydream.
Trust your intuition
and be open to
the possibilities.
There are forces in this Universe
that cannot be seen;
they cannot be measured
with scientific means,
yet they’re as real
as the Serpent Mound,
magnificently aligned
with the winter
and summer solstice.
Whoever he is,
I know that he hears me
in his waking mind,
especially at night
before he closes his eyes.
He will not let me go
no matter how far the journey
takes us both.
The sun doesn’t want
to go to back to sleep
as he’s found his peace
in the moon—
In me.
His soul cannot settle,
it can hardly breathe
until he wraps his arms
around my body;
A drive to safe-keep
my little light
that came to him
during a dark, dark, time.
He’s strong enough to take a life
but healed enough
to know what’s right.
He knows the power of his hands;
His heart, once hardened,
now understands
the strength within a tender grasp.
Long ago, a civilization,
much more advanced than our own,
placed great importance
on the alignment
of the seasons and stars.
They left lasting monuments
to guide us,
yet we have forgotten
who they—We—are.
The time has come.
We are waking up.
The impending sunrise
cannot be stopped
but please, fear not,
for it will be
more astonishing
than any of us
could have dreamed.
All that’s in shadow
will come to light.
Help has arrived.
We are so, so loved.
We are not alone.
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