They say he continues to exist there, in ethereal abandonment –
half removed from his liminal state.
claiming keeper to all of what (who) was lost
fragments of ruminations linger.
It’s noiseless, save for the shrill cries ringing in head.
fade in and out as puzzle pieces scatter;
perceptual abnormalities distorting, twisting time and space.
builds doubt into something unrecognizable again…
– if I were
she and he were me –
recognize ourselves in each other;
am I wrong?
Humming or – someone singing into THE apparent nothing
except for me.
trailing softly, floating. Finding me effortlessly.
sweet but finishing a bit defiantly –
a projection of my own truth?
pounding loudly, hanging in the silence
if the entire world was listening;
was only me and
hanging in the air.
My single friend in the cold night;
being June on a Midwestern summer’s day.
sensation sending chills down my spine
Beautiful aching love!
Oh how time defies me
Wrapped up in the day to day
Instead of comfortably in your arms…
I guess there’s always tomorrow.
And then look at you, you grew up into a body celebrated, famous –
or perhaps it’s just you. You’ve always been destined for greatness;
maybe this was the only relatable obtainment in this day and age.
Regardless, I’d be lying if I said my happiness for you is simply selfless
I AM selfish and find myself disgusted in the habitual nonsense
It’s challenging here but we shuffle the playlist…
…on the worst days, the best songs are worthy of repeating over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and…
Nothing profound at all to say but goddamn! my heart is bursting with emotion
An ugly nagging response to my intended apathy
Perverting my mood of something worthy of meaning
The weight of the unsaid resting heavy…
Attempting to not get defensive and build barriers of dissociation.
I am grateful for love ❤