Dissonance

Dissonance is in divergence.
In the uneven balance of things that belong.

Like the shadows of fire, reversed, caught, and perfectly balanced on white.

Still the same soul, but in a new life.
Lost?

Difference, no matter how small, will always be alone.
Even difference together.

It is there, always,
this longing.
For a lost memory.
A hidden flame beneath it all.
The warmth of remembrance.
Like wings wrapped around you,
protecting you from the lonely.

Reincarnations, but all in the span of the same life.
Changed?

My world is in my mind.
Don’t try to reach it,
cause in a world with no roads,
you might get lost.
Lost like me…

Even the sad smiles returned.

Dissonance in difference.
In the uneven order of things that belong,
and those that do not.