#duke writes

[gothambydaylight]

he opens his mouth

but all i hear

is summer-warmed honey.

he leans in close

and all i can wonder

is if his lips would burn me

(and that i’d do it even then).

he laughs and his eyes

sparkle with something golden and fierce.

oh, i think, this is why icarus flew to the sun—

to experience, just for a moment, 

the fires of its glory and its brilliant blaze as its flames 

sear him, even with melted wax dripping down his back, it’s

brighter than anything he’s ever known

yet he can’t look away.

call me foolish

but i, too, yearn

desperately like a sunflower clings to life in the colder, clouded days

to be the first person to walk the sun.

[gothambydaylight]

little prince, how does it feel to keep your head down? to murmur half-truths in the shadows of a secret?

how does it feel to flinch when someone yells, to grin at someone else’s elation, to stand in front of them when they cower? little prince, tell me how does it feel to carry the weight of a kingdom?

all your life, you’ve been told to cut them down but that was merely a dam holding back a flood.

little prince, you are not alone. even when you feel like you’re drowning in others’ worries, in your own, your kingdom knows how to pull you out of the gaping ebony maw of the sea and its shadows.

somehow, this is something you learn instead of feel, it’s too bright to slip past your guard, perhaps, but once you let it down— step out of the shade that has been keeping you cool— heed my words and never forget:

you are cherished,  little prince.

[gothambydaylight]

memory changes

did you know that?

sometimes it seems stagnant

frozen in ice

a crystal clear picture of what came before

but ice melts

and memory adjusts

based on what you know now

to make the pictures match

so how long is it

until i can’t spot the difference

any longer?