It's been a while since I've shared some of my writing, and this is going to be exactly what the title suggests. I was just having weird, dark thoughts one night, at got up at midnight to write this. So, take that for what it is. I don't know if this is beautiful or just something weird I wrote at midnight.
When I first faded from this earth, you took my hands to tell me I was not alone. As I closed my eyes a final time, I held on to that warmth, and flowed into you. I flowed into your blood, to settle into your heart, my new home. I am the voice you hear as you try to sleep, whispering gently to you that you’re not alone, that I’m still here, still with you. Yet sometimes, I feel you so restless, so angry, that I could be shouting in your ears and you would not hear me. But I’m still here.
There came a day you met with another friend, and as you embraced him, I saw, I felt his pain. I slipped from your skin into his, to bring him comfort and warmth. I gave strength to his muscles, confidence to his voice. I saw him through what he needed, knowing all the while you wished me back. Cold and empty, like you’d never see my face again. But I’m still here.
He passed me back to you, and you carried me again. Warm again, safe again, and knowing that the empty times would pass. I have to keep moving, vessel to vessel, love to love. But I’ll always return to you. Soon, that faith will keep you warm even when I’m away.
Because I will be here till the day all my loves pass. And when all of them have found vessels of their own, I will move on to whatever comes next. Until then, I am yours, but not yours alone.
But you are never alone. My dear, remember:
Strength breeds strength.
Love breeds love.
Pass me along.
Pass me along.
There came a day you met with another friend, and as you embraced him, I saw, I felt his pain. I slipped from your skin into his, to bring him comfort and warmth. I gave strength to his muscles, confidence to his voice. I saw him through what he needed, knowing all the while you wished me back. Cold and empty, like you’d never see my face again. But I’m still here.
He passed me back to you, and you carried me again. Warm again, safe again, and knowing that the empty times would pass. I have to keep moving, vessel to vessel, love to love. But I’ll always return to you. Soon, that faith will keep you warm even when I’m away.
Because I will be here till the day all my loves pass. And when all of them have found vessels of their own, I will move on to whatever comes next. Until then, I am yours, but not yours alone.
But you are never alone. My dear, remember:
Strength breeds strength.
Love breeds love.
Pass me along.
Pass me along.
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