The Power of Poetry

Sadness and air are intertwined

is this a result of being contaminated by thoughts?

The air of the present body is a place where the leaves weep against each other. I feel my light at once, a little glass house smashed by feathers. I have been waiting for this all day in the sky, but it is good I hear it now because I need somebody to love me, who will not go away. Possibly I will have to wait forever. How many trees can I give away? I am so sad I must certainly die. I wish you were here, though you are there. We are contaminated by our thoughts. You leave a particle of yourself in everything you touch. I live in a river. Today I give you all my words. If I am alive, it is only because I do not understand this. If I live with you, the feeling is a solid body burning in the air. If you love me much more than I love you, then if my hand touches yours for one second, my blood changes and has no name. If I am good, you are a thousand times better. If my eyes have never seen you, why do you fill me with a love I have never had? I could believe that you are only this once and be happy all the way to death. The flesh is not important. The feeling is everything. I am on an island, which was destroyed by the sea but made again from clay by women.

I am wishing I could make a poem so delicately that all the air would gather and take on its shape. The air would be all around me, and I could keep it for myself, in some part of my body. It would help me to think, it would help me to breathe — but this is not enough. I have so many thoughts, even my breath is full of them — and they are in the air too heavy to carry.

Everyone needs air, They need it to breathe in, and they need it to breathe out. Without it, we can’t do anything. It’s what allows us to live. But what is air? Air is so many things, some people think that air is nothing but a bunch of molecules flying around, but I think that the real answer lies in the complexity of humanity. We are complicated creatures, too complex for our own good and difficult enough to be misunderstood daily without people realizing it because they don’t even think about it.

Air is the part of us that makes us beautiful and unique, but at the same time, it is something that can quickly be taken for granted. I think that it’s been my experience at least. When people think of air, they don’t believe how beautiful and marvelous it is. They just think that whether or not they have air depends on their immediate surroundings and what they can do to survive.

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