I’ve
been here before—in this space—this intellectual sadness; born of infusion,
longing for that dream, as driven through frustration; for I must confess—this
sickly union, as two at deep resistance; to breathe as a fugitive, racing
towards a mirror, as to see self and flee. Our lives are legacies, featured in
twilight zones, whereby, this internal kinship. I grabbed a cigar, for the days are sober,
trailing this presence of angst: our names tracking us; our fire in need of
fuel; our destinies embroidered upon a hidden cloth. I hear for words, this
inner Ghost, alive the touch of heartbeats; but still confusion, to calm each
thought, this moment to moment routine. It has its forces, this internal
rift—this supernal adventure: to consider as unseen, as remembering kinship, a myriad
that close to features. I watched it closely, this person peeking, as awakened
fully. We hide in plain view, perceived as different, a world gravitating towards
the unseen; as waltzing a passion, that abysmal entrance, as akin to
self-knowledge; to usher a feeling, as amongst the gods, knitting an
apparition. I’ve begun to wonder, as too to worry, of that inner magnitude; as
to be unread, whereby, to carry loneness, where words fail to capture it. I now
fathom—this deep shift, where simplicity is complex. I live with pains, as too
the wonder of joys, wherefore, perception is slanted. I’m also a cynic, enlove
with proofs, a chaser of this life called, Faith: to have but experience; to
have died to see it; as one tatted with his life. It shouldn’t be pain, as
rightly afflicted, as to know one’s errors; where glory is edification, as
running through a desert, to wonder of this vibrant smoke. We’ve tested time, tugging it backwards,
where the past seems to elude us. It’s merely a dream, shadowed in splinters,
as a modicum of joy; to have for reasons, to wrestle our alphas, to finally
meet with disappointment: the free flowing leaves; the lilies in bloom; an orchid
as a symbol for love; but more conditions, as to awaken and tussle—to strive
for fractions; this glowing self, as pressured by life—as afraid of permanent
feelings! I saw a reflection, to know
for humans—this measure of wisdom; as one seeking self, wrapped in this flux,
harnessed from within: as deeply haunted; as infuriated with grays; as born to
chaos.
