cave

And discovery is the mouth of a cave, draped in vines, deep in the forest, untouched by anyone else.  I miss this feeling – roaming aimlessly with a nervousness – and the abyss of feeling lost – You always win something. You always find something gorgeous.  The evergreen moss, the massive jaws drooling in the pouring rain. A chamber that breathes and echoes – a sweet reverberation – a hive you want to fill with candlelight and a dark red wine.
Still, it would feel empty – this imaginary place. Wood rots, and enriches the soil, but cannot wholly thrive beyond that. But the sky is a dust covered window – holding a sea of stars and a marble tomb – and it keeps good company – of everyone before us and their journeys and visions – it reminds me of the sacrament. Where I used to pray. I miss the Catholic Church. I wish more than anything that being a homo wouldn’t damn me from returning. At one point in my life, it was everything. your mason jar full of glowing souls – Am I banned there too? Am I evil? Am I the sin?