Unborn until sunrise

As I stood on this crippled ground
I found myself scattered across the cracks.
As I looked up into the sky
I saw nothing but shadows.
The creaking sound of the bed I laid in sounded vicious.
Like it was singing the song of my misery.
The misery which gave birth to the character of my life story.
The girl without a home.
Born in a place she never was in.
Sang with a voice she had never heard.
Knew people she had never met.
The girl born after she lived
the life of someone she had never met before.
Was it her? Was it me? Was it she?
Her eyes made of glass broke into pieces
scattered on the floor and filled the cracks.
She laid in bed and saw the shadows of the sky
which immortalized the nothing she had been.
As she woke upon the moment she was born
her eyes renewed , silk dripping from them.
Flowers growing from the cracks
of her old creaking floor.
Songs sounding from the strings of her immortal soul.

E.K.

When you love someone more than yourself. Than everything you have ever loved, it is the most alive you will be. I never thought I could love with every part of my being. It felt like a thousand stars lit me up when I thought of him. It was nothing like before. There were no if's and don'ts. Nothing taboo about us. I found myself utterly devoted to someone I never believed existed.
I could write a million words that's for sure. I want him to see it, to feel it within him. All anybody should ever want is love. Everything else seems relevant until you fall into it. Nothing will ever be worth your time and efforts more than love. There is no purpose to life. It's not a fact. We make it and follow that path each day but it all ends with being loved. At the end of the day, there is nothing you'll regret more than not opening up yourself to somebody.
I never thought I'd say this myself. I was born into a limited world, full of cynical people pressured by reality. No art or imagination. All I could ever dream of was far off somewhere I did not belong and I believed that until now. I caught myself loving him more than anything. The way his words flew upon me and shined through my cracks that he was so happy to stick back together. I loved all of his little things, that nobody ever seemed to have. The way he sought right through me the first time we exchanged words.
The way I could not stop thinking about him from the very first day.
How happy I got when he told me I was on his mind.
How fast that grew upon me and nothing seemed to be of importance when the comfort of his words was there.
How much it hurt not being around him and feeling the empty space inside my chest.
Nothing ever seemed more right than this. No logic could explain it.
Perhaps it was always there. Meant to be. Or whatever else they say.
It's like staring right into the sun but I could not look away.
I felt it all over me, it gave me insomnia and goosebumps.
I actually feel alive. With every breath I take I love him more.
I could never turn back to the past me, the disappointed idealist.
This wasn't idealistic, no logic behind it. It was merely a thought, which has no bloomed throughout my entire body.
It was flawed on it's own, we were flawed on our own, nothing of that seemed to be present when we were together.
I could never ask for more than his mind and heart.
After all it felt like asking for what was mine and lost.
Until now, when it's restored and would forever remain inside where it belongs.