Sunrise or Sunset; The Garden of Hugs

Aconitum

Flowing down lilac mountains smooth as lavender.

Languid to rest in a field of flowers.

Outlook to the sunset.

Whims to wonder why.

Ethereal and everlasting wonders were the stars.

Reserved from their perch above their children.

Petals did however fall for the starchild.

Omnipresent and a warm pink. Drifting down like rain.

Welcome like deluge on a sweltering day.

Easing a way back home.

Rest awaits back home.

A final shine.

Something to mourn, surely.

Yes, it's okay to mourn a shell.

Even the ghost in it.

The goal in life is to find your shadow.

Overtake and absorb it.

Your deepest insecurities.

The side of you that you present to all the world, yes.

Impaled on a bright and golden spear.

Grasping fingers reaching into your chest.

Peeling back skin, muscle, and bones with ease.

Watchful eyes, trained on just one thing as they pick apart still-warm flesh.

You want someone to hold?

Well, he's been wanting to get you all alone.

Don't keep him waiting, I suppose.

Beyond taking it slow now that you've said it.

Annihilation.

The destruction of oneself.

It isn't always as grim as you'd think.

This way you'll take it home.

Baby, won't you take it home?

Not reborn or rebuilt.

Glistening brown skin.

Dripping milky lavender and liquid velvet.

Smooth like honey and revealing a new form.

A form truer than what always was.

Something that you shunned from the light of day.

Something you thought to be a shadow.

Though, it's always been rising like smoke.

A love of whole, something you can now trust.

This you, is all that you are.

And all that you need.

Something truly all yours and not for anyone else.

Selfish, yeah.

Self-centered, sure.

But trust me, all yours.

Something like a perpetual sunset.

But with certainty, a beauty.