The light is too intense

 Some peep's  light is just too intense to follow... some morph... some fade away... some pretend to burn... Some follow... some pretend to follow... some feign to follow only to fade... some live on your periphery... some feign familial... some stick only to their visions of you... for what you were... to breath its context... some for what they believe you are... or for what they believe you have been  or are becoming... for some, it's a zero-sum game... for others, it's doing you a favor... they measure your brokenness against theirs... for others, it's a celebration of each other... the elixir of the gawds... for some, they have moved on knowing you are not walking the same broken matrix, cosmology, or timelines... for others, you have already moved past them... and they have yet to notice or are too afraid to chase that horse who has long left the barn... but some are ever dreaming of sitting in quiet and confident reflection of the space most sacred with no words, but for watching each other's breath reach the stars... because spirit is just that palpable in that moment... those eternally present perfect moments where all the striving and overthinking just vanishes as the complete host that it is and brief moments you catch a blissful glimpse of wonder... and laugh with the dance and magic... love you... you know whom you were all along