Selfish thoughts
floating listlessly,meanderingthrough my mindpassing desiresunwarranted desiresto reclaimcertainty of meaninglessnessand the arrogancefound inorchestrated ostracizationI guess Isleep betterwith the comfort of knowingI’m an asshole
you came close
My eyes strain
to findeven a refraction of your lightshiningbeckoningwelcoming me toshelterfrom thedense grey fogdescended uponthe waters.
My eyes burn as dry
as the well in my pen;My words are as emptyas the thoughts in my head. I hear nothing next to methe place you used to rest;Where I used to listen to you breatheas I felt my heartbeat in my chest.
Call it grace,
good fortune,luck,fate,cause and effect,whatever you wish to call it,your presence in my lifeis joy,happiness,light.You aremy greater good
Why do your eyes come to mind
in times of solemn reverie?We found solace in our sorrows,but we could not share.We opened old wounds,and cut new ones.Everything red-hotor ice-cold.Like your lipsand your eyes.
Where was that space?
Who’s was that face?When did that take place?
I’ve lost sight of my boundaries
again.How can something be right if thereare no parameters to govern sucha concept?Is existence itself proof of what is right?Or does the existence of error nullifythat argument?There has been no powerrevealed to us—–save those that we created ourselves,that can judgeright or wronggood or badwithin an infinite context.Our perception creates our worldBut where does our perception […]
Sometimes it’s hard to see the beauty
When you’re not here…
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thins are meant to betogether like ketchup and musterd/
