raindropsoncacti

Lighthouses don't go running all over islands looking for boats to save. They just stand there. Shining.

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  • raindropsoncacti 3d

    Love is being asked if you'd like to come too
    Then not resenting your reply of a "no",
    Because they know the "no" is for them,
    Not for you.

    Love is in "that space".
    In the gaps. In the seconds.
    Love is that kind pause in between the question and the answer...

    ©raindropsoncacti

  • raindropsoncacti 5d

    "Belonging"

    Somewhere along the lines
    The meaning of "belonging" was misunderstood.
    It shifted to "belongs to"...
    Ownership.
    Control.
    Possession.
    "Belonging" never meant to shift this way.
    It only ever meant "to fit in a place".
    Accepted.
    Embraced.
    Loved.
    If I ever say you belong to me,
    And I to you,
    Know I mean it the kindest way.
    The authentic way.
    The second way.

    ©raindropsoncacti

  • raindropsoncacti 1w

    Parts

    Sometimes you feel like
    You're carrying your soul around
    In a bag full of misshaped pieces...
    Not a whole person,
    Merely fragments of a soul,
    Mixed up and disheveled.
    Parts.

    Like when a mirror comes crashing down
    You no longer see a mirror.
    You see slivers. You see shards.
    You see an irreparable pile.
    A total loss of its wholeness.
    Parts.

    Yet a person from the outside,
    On discovery of what you call a "mess",
    Would not call it a pile of broken glass.
    They'd say "what happened to the mirror?"
    Not "what's with all these parts?"

    Just because you might feel incomplete
    Don't limit your self view.
    You're full of potential.
    You're so much more.
    Than just "parts"...

    ©raindropsoncacti

  • raindropsoncacti 1w

    Every Song

    Can't float away, can't sing
    can't even hear tonight.
    All the music,
    All the scores of beauty,
    Simply aren't hitting the same way.
    Can't speak, can't write.
    Can't move my blanket, or my eyelids.
    Can't even unfurl my limbs.
    Feels like as swiftly as it came
    It's suddenly slipping away, in a day.

    Can't answer questions simple,
    I'm back to blank stares and nothings.
    Finding in the middle distance
    A landscape of things
    I've surely done wrong.
    I've sobbed since sunset. Still am now.
    So there's nothing but white-noise
    In every lyric, and every note, so much so,
    That tonight I cannot call a single piece playing "a song"...

    ©raindropsoncacti

  • raindropsoncacti 2w

    Jade Child

    Pale new jade hue,
    Between the amber of the sun's setting,
    And the azure above...
    It's in that delicate, palest green,
    That almost almost not-a-colour verdigris,
    That an 8 year old girl's wish
    Still sits,
    Still stirs from time to time,
    Still has faith and trust that resides
    In the shimmer between the ombre, frilly cake layers of sky.
    The colour lasts mere seconds a day,
    But the child within is eternally there, and she is patient...

    ©raindropsoncacti

  • raindropsoncacti 2w

    If you could bottle crystalline limerence
    In its purest form
    We'd all be as drunk as Queen Mab
    On stolen fresh milk and the sweetest honey...

    ©raindropsoncacti

  • raindropsoncacti 2w

    It's in the gaps,
    The spaces raw,
    In parts not trying
    That I'll notice
    So much more...
    In an imperfection
    I'll see the authentic person.
    In this raucous world
    I'll hear their subtle score.
    ©raindropsoncacti

  • raindropsoncacti 3w

    Sun Songs

    Sometimes...
    A song will feel like pure, unadulterated sunshine.
    It'll permeate right through.
    Under your superficial skin..
    Flow into your veins...
    Make you glow...
    Make you smile...
    Make you feel like you haven't for a while.
    Find songs that feel like sunshine.
    Find people that feel like sun songs.

    ©raindropsoncacti

  • raindropsoncacti 3w

    Roar

    The only sound in this moment
    Is the ocean's mighty roar.
    It overbears every other sense in the night.
    Yet as I stand here bare
    Facing the sea
    It's outdone by one of my own.
    Not from my lungs,
    But from my heart.
    For the first time
    In over three thousand high-tides on Earth
    A roar surges within myself.
    Mine is greater than even the ocean's.
    Mine has returned and feels
    Destined not to ebb ever again.
    There's a fateful flow
    And I am ready...

    ©raindropsoncacti

  • raindropsoncacti 27w

    Unabsolved

    Sometimes it is kinder
    Rather than to provide absolution
    To deprive a wrongdoer of such
    Not in spite, not in rage,
    But rather, as a gift;
    That by refraining to cleanse and wash away their ills
    That they instead must retain them
    Look inside
    And use it as an opportunity to reflect
    Develop and grow,
    And maybe, just maybe,
    Even start to heal themselves,
    Through your act of "non-forgiveness"...

    ©raindropsoncacti