weird you say!
we are all weird.
isn’t it intriguing?
those oceanic, seismic, celestial eyes,
wow… their still the same.
i would like you to always know that,
in a skeptics world, I know
that you are everything, the whole of existence
to many, including me, so don’t go worrying
about if others think you are too peculiar.
are we not supposed
to expose others to comeliness,
to the divine variation
of persona that sums up
to the universe’s imagination.
speak gorgeousness into existence.
your chums will ponder for days,
your monumental, eloquent soliloquies
if you are heroic enough to share with them.
befriend yourself! embrace the muddled emotions.
say something beautiful again. those lovely,
innocent, puckish mavericks whom are your comrades
their dreams may be soon to disappear, leaving them burnt out,
leaving their lives a spiritually barren nightmare.
and, you… well, you’re astonishingly congenial and vivid,
the people, they age like a fine wine because of you.
really! judging form how inspiring you are,
i would be willing to bet my eternity,
that decades down the road,
your friends, still remembering you,
will look up at the stars and see you as a goddess,
exemplifying power and an irreproachable,
peerless, idiosyncratic love and social responsibility
that inspires life itself.
you inspire them because since they’ve met you,
your love lighted the way in a fashion
that a bazillion universes of stars and moons could not.
i appreciate you. they appreciate you.
we appreciate you. you are surreal
because we all spend time doubting
something so grand could ever exist,
but you’ve got it, that magical divine ardency.
i hope that you never forget to share
yourself with everyone. ranging from the sad stranger
whom you can breathe fire into the third eye of
the already happy friend whom you can bring with you
to even greater transcendent plane of elation.