In the eye of the beholder

In the eye of the beholder,
Beauty isn’t always followed in
a trail of rose pedals. 
Sometimes it comes in 
jagged pink edges and 
splintered hands. 

Sometimes it comes with 
the chill of nightfall and 
the ashes a fire leaves in its wake. 
Sometimes it comes in 
broken ties and 
hidden agendas,
In disfigured limbs and 
bruised lips. 

Sometimes beauty can be 
as dark and unclear as 
our ability to understand it. 

And that is okay with me. 

BIATA, ‘conventional is small for me’

The Cathedral 

Your laughter could’ve filled a Cathedral.
You were so loud
And the world loved you so much.  
Eventually I fell silent. 

Sometimes the thoughts would form
like a stream of words,
Dribbling past my lips without my consent,
Passing by your attention span in open daylight.

Sometimes they’d come out wrong and
I’d be left to question the melancholy that seemingly overtook my thoughts. 

I’d find my recluse in a songbird and drift off the balcony,
far detached from you,
hand in hand with my daydreams.  

It’s not fair,
I realize I let it happen. 
You asked for my words to lift off the page,
For me to try and release myself from that prison. 

But you never stopped to think that you could’ve read between my fine lines.        
You could’ve figured me out. 
You could’ve listened. 
Instead you just kept talking. 

BIATA, ‘you can’t teach yourself to be an extrovert’

I asked the Void a question and It answered back. 

Why don’t I feel full yet? Content. I feel lost on my path. Or maybe mine just doesn’t lead anywhere at all. 

Your nonsensical musings will never leave you, but they do serve their own purpose. 

No matter how whiny you get when it doesn’t go your way. 

Ouch.

It’s true. If you want something bad enough, trust me, you’ll do it. 
There’s no way you can not do it. 

It’s already seeped into your soul and matured your thoughts.
You’ve already begun to pave the path. 
From such a young age, too. So young. 

Then what makes it so hard to accomplish?


You do. 

You’ve got a hidden desire to avoid the rush
You’ve got to want it more than anything in the word. 
You’ve got to bleed for it, beg for it. 
You don’t want to do that right now. 

You want to love, and gaze at the flowers along the way, grow stronger, fuller. 
Deep down you want this to take it’s time. You’ve slowed it to a brisk walk, you’re not running at all anymore. 
Truth is, in this lifetime, you may never really reach the end of your path. Most don’t. 
But you will get there eventually. 

What would happen if I chose to run instead?


Good question, most don’t ask

And don’t you remember? You used to run, you used to run until your legs gave out. 
You started to look back on all the little moments you lost along the way. 
Your memory became hazy, your visions and morals blurred into something inconceivable to who you are now. 

You were lonely as ever. Here with me. 
And in that loneliness you realized the real prize all along was the journey itself. 
The journey that you so unabashedly wish to ignore again. 

Humans really are so petty with their own self-destruction…

So what you’re saying is it’s best for me to just stop and smell the flowers from time to time?

Depends. How fast do you want this to end? Personally, I don’t really think you’re the ‘stopping’ type. 
But it’s true that you finish your path at your highest level. 
You can either choose to skip some parts, and lose out on the sight seeing,
Or you could take your time in a brisk walk, and finalize your small, inconsistent details into a stone legacy for others, as equally as confused as you, to follow suit. 

I do love a well-paved path.

Most do, but they never tend to it enough. 

I’ll let you in on a little secret though – there are no rules on how to mind your path. Subsequently, there’s no answer for any of your questions. 

If you look carefully, you will notice there is far more than just flowers along the way. 
You control the speed, the weather, all your dreams flitting up in the clouds, sometimes you even intertwine with another person. 

All of it is in your hands. 
You are the only one capable of paving the way to your future. And how you choose to pave it will depend on how long it lasts. 

That all sounds extremely difficult. 

It will always be difficult, and I guarantee you will falter from time to time, but it doesn’t always have to be so damn scary. 
At the end of the day it’s natural to us all, we all just want to be back on our paths. 
With the free will, the options, the choices and the scenery. 

After all, if you’re not looking ahead, you’re here.

With me. 


– BIATA,
‘wisdom can be gained from anything, even the darkness.’