Hello

Hello, it’s me.
No, not so much glee.
But free.

More melancholy.
Melancholy is my mood.
That melodic melancholy-ness.
This is my bliss.

I enjoy a cry.
To feel.
This is what moves me.
Being moved.

You see,
I see,
You.
Well, I try.
I do.
It’s hard,
To see,
But I do.

There is a cost,
To see.
There is a burden, to know.
To carry the weight of all the pain and loss.
To carry the weight of knowing our capacity.
Our capacity to hurt and harm.
Our capacity,
To love.
To long for love.

I carry bountiful bliss,
And boundless understanding.

To rectify the anomaly of seeing
Both the beauty and the pain,
I see.
The pain in the beauty.
The beauty in pain.
I see.

I live in a state of glee and turmoil,
I suffer and survive.
I profess purely,
Without adulteration.
I stand before you naked.
Barren and bereft.
Blissful and bold.

I see you; I see me.
I see,
My contradictions
My pride
My anomalies
My hypocrisies.

I stand before you broken.
Perfection.
In perfect brokenness.
I stand,
Seeing.

You see,
I died long ago.
It’s through death I see.
It’s through death,
I see.