a hint of a glimpse
at the shadow of truthis all we can hope for
I think that
religion is the prioritization of hope
shadows
are cast only in the wake of light
I’m sorry ***,
I never realizedwhat I meant to you. What you’ve done to meand what I’ve done to youis joyis painthere was weaknessand there was hopethere was sorrybut lots of joy.It hurts to moveit hurts to thinkof youwithout you.But sometimesthere’s more solacein the sanctuaryof solitude
As I realize
that what you are to meis unrealizableyou’re reaching out,sending parts of you,through screens and microphones.We will always be part of the same whole.
I love this story
lets let it unfoldand we’ll reveal itto each otherlike the stories of old
My eyes strain
to findeven a refraction of your lightshiningbeckoningwelcoming me toshelterfrom thedense grey fogdescended uponthe waters.
Hope guides me
you were a radiating verisimilitude
of light consistenthoweverour seemingly transientsojourns seem to unanimouslyend in darknesswhen everythinggnostic and sensualhas an air of fallacy to itall you can do is search forsome semblance of truthand when that fails:hopeand when that fails:write it downand move on
you told me that my voice would be heard
and though I have no belief in prophecies-convincing utterances-your assurance is appreciated.it’s been a long time since mywaking dreams have beenfantasticwonderfulhopefulI have so little of thatso, regardless of your intentions,thanks,it helped.Why did those words help?Or, the real question,why do your words help?is it our agreed temporality?(facades still impress upon us)is it your conviction?(say anything convincingly […]
