cracks in the stone that binds me

fate

fate is a funny thing

from cracks in the stone that binds me,
my light seeps out
it seeps out, and it encases the land
out from the rubble I have burned and covered in my moss,
my darkness ebbs
it ebbs, and it encases my heart

but it isn't a heavy darkness—
no, it's closer to the darkness of night,
where all is free
and secrets are unspoken
but forever known

fate
is a funny thing.

one moment,
you think you've got her figured out
and the next,
she leaves you breathless at the bridgeside
right before you really think you're finished.

fate
is
a
funny
thing

her red threads pull me in all sorts of different directions
I love the thrill,
and I love the softness
and I love the burning, intense fire
and the rough feel of the hot coals
and I love the cool,
quiet mists of the rain,
how they speak to me,
through heart and soul

pull some of the heat from my body
what does it feel like to you?
it is the heat of Earth's fires.

let my blood trail down my finger
what does it taste like to you?
it is from the rivers of my body, always winding and changing paths, but always red.

let my breath ghost your face
what does it sound like to you?
it is the wind inside my lungs.

feel my bones through my skin with your hands
what does it feel like to you?
it is all made of stardust, and rock, and the very earth we stand on.

I am the world,
and I am my own.
I feel the heat of my heart's fire,
I feel the rivers of blood flowing in my veins,
I feel the breath of the wild wind entering and leaving my lungs,
I feel the very pulse of the Earth in every step I take.

don't you get it?

I am made from the same stuff as gods.

I am made from the same stuff as dying stars.

I am made from the same stuff as the beautiful moon.

I am made from the same stuff as the wolves.

does it look like I have any reason to worry about what you'll say of me?

I think not.

fate is a very funny thing indeed,
for she is all and none at once,
for she is everything I've ever wanted and nothing I've ever imagined at the same time,
for she is all the possibilities and all the things that have never happened and will never happen,
for she is love and hate,
for she is complexity at its finest.

and we are molded in her image.

isn't that lovely?

now, go to bed.

you've been sleepwalking for far too long now.
in the morning,
open your eyes,
and wake up.

breathe the wind,
heat the fire,
feel the water,
and know the Earth.

there is nothing you can hide from,
and nothing that can hide from you.

from cracks in the stone that binds me,
these words spill out.
I do not know what will come first,
nor what will follow—
but I know they are from deep in my heart,
and I cannot stop them from spilling through.
there is only a shell of me,
and only a broken silhouette of who I used to be.

from cracks in the stone that bound me,
these words rang out.
I now know what had come first,
and what was to follow—
and I know they were from deep in my heart,
and I now stop them from spilling through.
there is an outstretching shadow of me,
and only a broken silhouette of who I used to be.

she is gone,
and she is not coming back,
no matter how many mirrors I look into.

there is nothing I can hide from,
and nothing that can hide from me.

fate is a very funny thing,
and I am ready to know what that means for me.