A poem about longing. I feel immeasurably limited by the constraints of reality, you see. My soul yearns to exist somewhere else.

Draft 1 - A Mere Observer

Here, you shall be presented with a beautiful sunset from a special moment in time. I am a mere Observer of its beauty, yet I wish to become it. Its kiss upon my eyes is not enough. Sunsets perfectly emulate my feelings—and the multitude of evocations I frequently feel simmering deep behind my ribcage. It is devastatingly beautiful that no sunset is ever identical. They exist for a very short period of time, painted across the sky in a resplendent cascade of colours and dreams, before fading away into oblivion—never to be witnessed again at the same time, or in the same shade. Gone, lost, and broken. Sometimes, this has made me realize how much I envy the sunset. Its power is that of gravity—dominant yet awe-inspiring—as it forces me into my insignificant position. The cosmos will never know my name, nor hear the deepest echoes that crash through my soul. Eventually, this sunset will fade to black, as they always do! And I thus remain simultaneously enraptured and shattered within its wake. How beautiful the sunset is, leaving me trembling and alive, while I am only but a mere Observer, infinitesimally small and invisible. This is the destiny I have been given for it is here where I am trapped. Oh how deeply I wish I could have remained in that moment, unboundedly. Perhaps, I was a sunset in a past life or future life; one day I intend on returning to that condition. This world is not the place my soul belongs; in fact, that is a possibility of which I am unequivocally certain. As long as blood flows through my veins from the organ that flutters underneath my ribs—I am not free.

—Prose poem by Samantha Fuchsgruber

Date // 04. November 2022

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