All along

My mind lies gently resting on the unveiling truths, quiet and still,
until more arrive and suddenly it is a show of little shooting stars clanging in my pocket like loose change just waiting to be found, aha!
The days are neither collected or sold, they are origami creatures
performing circus acts on the strings between my heart and all else
that beats and hums of life within.
they are built of sugar and salt and they journey between
sweetness and heartache,
and even in the moments that do not know of time,
the journey is always there, flowing like a river that never stops to think of what it would feel like to stand still; It just is, knowing or not, it is.
Hunger never knew how to borrow so fully from the empty barrel that lies between my rib cage,
prana and tears fill this space, wind and dust someday.
sorrow, it knows me.
sleep and laughter, they come to caress my hair and smile into me, as if to say feed upon us before you go back to climbing cliffs in search of your one lost puzzle piece. rest now.
but my journey does not break into parts,
it is one shoot of an arrow
and I only I see the slowest motion version of it,
hoping, waiting, hoping
that by the end, when it has laid its mark, you are there in those final moments
to smile, and to say I've loved you all along.