I remember that night. You on your knees, The tile floor. Braced against the toilet. Thin strands of hair across your face. Blood tinged bottom lip. A helpless look in your eyes. And I kissed you. In that very moment, full throws of beauty. I kissed you. I kissed ...
with every step.
I move further from this earth.
This being ive become.
clouds once looming over head,
now just a haze someplace below.
That place.
One I never knew and will never know.
Could never know.
With every wish Ive held my breath.
let down.
Im running out, t
urning blue as that very color fades from it.
Those calming words you spoke to me.
That calming voice,
bringing sanity.
as there once was…
again nothing will be.
Prolonging pain.
Inducing change.
a short glimpse at clarity.
The night provides the day.
fire, the beauty of the flame.
And the ashes,
the perfect place,
a clean slate.
Im getting old. The more you pay attention to time the more it matters to you. Hindsight is 20/20. maybe it wouldnt have been hind if Id have had my head on right. Though the past it cant be helped like our hearts had surely hoped. the future is a mystery fumbling in the dark with eyes closed. Grasping for the handles on the doors left wide open. Not in hurried disarray but with excitement and discovery. may fear be what I leave behind. Nothing in my pockets and nothing in my way.
I cant stand seeing the old, young, weak, loved, sad, strong, ill, infected, handicapped, unwanted, un noticed, lonely, crushed, disfigured, the religious, meaningless, free, the willing or unwilling captive. the too thin, too thick, too rich too poor, too pretty, too ugly, the just right, the in between, the conscious, the dormant, the used and the users. goldy locks and all the bears. the pigs their wolf, the lines, loops and circles. and then I look in the mirror. I wonder where the hell do I belong? between the lines, out of the details, behind the scenes. the dark side of the moon. somewhere in limbo. just waiting for a green light. waiting for my time. but somethings wrong. I must not have heard the whistle. Was I ready? I was set. and there it goes. Turned around to find lights out, curtain drawn and doors closed.
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the voice is an actor, and the eyes... they can hide. but the heart is honest. we can feel it inside. it feels for all things, all things that we do. all things that we feel can only be true. true cause you felt it, nobody but you. ashamed or embarrassed. its all kept inside.Just to ourselves, to ourselves we cant lie. no matter how hard. and oh how hard we can try. we only know truth in its feeling . no need for words. no room for lies. ...Just love. If you know what that means youll have tears in your eyes. and it beats and it beats and it beats till it dies.
I looked in the mirror today. There was a stranger standing there, with familiar bone structure. I almost recognized him. He waved. He didnt say whether it was a hello or good bye. I wasnt sure. He wouldnt make eye contact, though I was looking right at him. I dont think he was from around here. He felt as though he belonged to another galaxy. There was nothing I could do. I turned… and walked away. No matter where you go, you take yourself with you. and I closed the door. and no one has heard from me since.