Whispered Chaos

Beneath the veil of this nights last stand, farewells are hushed, a pact sealed with the vanishing stars. “Find tranquility,” I whisper to the fleeing night, yet you’re a murmur in the tempest of life, swift and departed, a remnant feeling fading from my outstretch hands.

Time’s been handing out keys to doors unasked for, a riddle with fragments that mockingly misalign. the allure of might and magic, a tale we spin, I grin at the tempest, a promise breaking at dawn.

“I’ll manage,” I assert to my own reflection, a line perfected in the echo chamber of both our minds. Love isn’t scripted, and this performance has dried out my bones. “One day, hindsight will gift you wisdom,” the phantoms whisper, but time is a thief, offering lessons not often asked for.

“No, life’s complexities can’t be so neatly sorted,” I retort, a truth too heavy for our pockets. “Release these burdens,” I plead with the void, but it’s merely a reverberation, a verse from an anthem we’ve ceased to chant.

Innocent and unblemished, the lie we dress up with purity, tonight, the truth constricts, a jacket too tight to wear. It was hard letting this go, this dream we’ve outgrown, But it’s in the letting go, in the goddamn release, that we stumble intoxicated and grinning into freedom.

Forward, unbound, and shackles shed we proclaim our intent to the heavens, but life is a canvas splattered with the paint of our choices, and love, love is the art of learning to tenderly kiss the chaos.

by Sebastian Javier Blanchette