heading home

it’s sunset

and the birds

are flying

across the sky

singing the songs

and living the dreams

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It Might Take A While To Get There and That’s Not a Bad Thing

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Most times when we step onto a path we know where it’s going to lead. When we can’t see where that is we find comfort in the footprints that precede us.  And when its bleakest to see we listen for the voices that have left their remnants along the way in the hope that they guide us.

At times, our own paths look nothing like that.

They’re more like driving on roads with no roads signs to unknown destinations.  They’re more like finding comfort in the virtues of our own expectations. They’re more like listening to the voices of those that have done it before in the hope that we might one day.

They mostly sound like “Rome wasn’t built in a day” or “Good things come to those who wait” – or some quote behind some waterfall on Instagram.

And there’s times when we internalize those voices or see those destinations and play them out in our heads in the hope that they’ll become our reality – and maybe there’s times when they make that road slightly more bearable.

But sometimes we wake up and realize that we don’t want to build Rome.  That we just want to finish that degree. Or get that promotion. Or get to that thing that shouldn’t take as long as it is.

And in those moments we want something to make that path smoother.

We want to remove the rocks, the pebbles and the dirt.

Often its because we think that those impurities on our path are deflections from our own direction. We look at them like obstacles to the place we want to go to.

We often don’t think of paths as compilations of impurities. Of obstacles overcome time and time again.

And even though it might have taken a while, they were moulded by their own to process to become what they are today.

And that’s not a bad thing.

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph: Warren Wong

Previously published by Thought Catalog at www.thoughtcatalog.com.

Light

 

Consciousness

sinking

sinking

sinking

sank

blissfully

underneath blankets

and blank eyes

thirsting for sovereignty

after living

five feet above ground

in worlds

filled by empty words

and broken ideality

Subconsciousness

collapsing

as

vibrations

forge their

way in pulses

through

still air

Reality

slowly brought

to actuality

Erasing

fragments

of brief

escape

created

prior to

7.34 am

Gates opened

Eyes blank

Floating

 

© Hudson Biko

 

 

Dark

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The room was dark.

Sweat poured

from pores

to heart

to skin

to sheets

that held

houses drowning

in pools

of fear

collected from

racing hearts

held stagnant

and hurt

from abandoned

identities

and created

fallacies

of hope

As i watched those

that dared to leave

so they could live

run and

run and

run

in to unlit rooms

of 5.31 AM

Morning

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Alieza Rizvie

dormant

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You came through

dormant minds

that gave way

to realities

nonexistent

In the existence

of everything

we weren’t

And you stared

through beating hearts

that played out to spurts

of light

amongst eternities

of darkness

And I played out to

7.17 AM

Morning

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph: Allef Vinicius