Something Poem by Hunter James

This very second of being, this very second in this very room is not my eternal path, and anything that is felt now, will go unwritten.
I will try my hardest to extinguish any lingering impurity for the holy sake of tonight's moon.
This a moment so sad and beautiful and typical,
Why must life be so publicised?
Why be my emotions be such a film?
Though often, it is best to ignore,
to live each and everyday in breezy uncaring wonderment.
Live secretly for the least relevant days, the moments when nothingness becomes everything.
And yes here I stand, this beautiful full moon of a night,
Explaining to distinguished souls, how life is lead by the simple pleasures.
A proverb I am sure each one of you have heard, many a time before.
Alas! I stand by my word.
For sometimes, if you just wait and wait and wait, and stop the forever lasting hunt for happiness.
It will seek you out. And it will hit you unexpectedly and unpredictably every time. Though it will find you that I promise.
It may come in a gloomy or sunny form, but it will arise.
It could be a moment as common as the footsteps from routine
A feeling of mutual melancholy, as you realise how utterly small you are,
How insignificant your existence truly is, as you walk amongst the thousands of other workers returning to their beloved televisions and spaghettis.
Moments alone in a room, being forced to stare into the life of another soul, the shades of their laughter and the hidden universe that joins from their eyes.
A moment solo on a train, your racy eyes eagerly devouring the rows and rows of houses and trees, oceans and sun painted villages.
The moments where you can do nothing but simply smile and fall in love with the utter uselessness of your life.
And for those of you who aren’t useless, those of you with a clarified solitude or unconditional love. Those of you who roam feeling as though your body is made of rain sticks shimmering and tingling your blood cells sending tincie vibrations to every breathing inch of your meaningful souls, to you it will come easier. To you life is wonderful.
Though please remember on your scattered nights of clarity that tomorrow you are once again a human being.
And don’t get me wrong you will spend many nights with an unforgiving rhythm of hate
Beating a burning desire.
Lovesick burdens will burn on and on
It’s a never vanquished fire.
Though no matter where you are standing on this wonderfully broken planet.
These moments will never tire.