Each mercy to give, losing vanity, more
observant the beauty; soft spoken, or harsh, many myriads in one soul,
laughing—someone noticed. Destroyed outside, trying to find peace, listening to
blatant naivety (too late in life). I was art and ache. She’d vanished into
vapor. Souls parading ignorance. I was splendid indifference, micro-aggression,
somewhat bourgeois—staring into raw ether … a forgotten fantasy, air and
arrogance, seduction and salaciousness; records broken, all she would
wilderness, all he would become forests; florid passion, floret agitation,
fiber and precious alienation. Born with issues, color and heritage, trying art
and haven, hell and heaven; so designed to love, so designed to hate, paradox
and privilege. Making forgettable essence, frozen in traumas, terrified to have
memories.
