I never wanted feelings, emotion was forbidden, like
animals—it was fire, showing in physicality; never needed forever, never knew
the last four, boxes emptied, books shredded, wondering why we missed it. Lost
associates and prose, thorns made indifferent, a giggle when we met. It seems
widespread, a familiar thread, like a pattern—tell me to believe again! The
river is clear, sediments are rinsed, catfish are wiggling; like days were
young, early morning, greeted with eternity; showing ownership, catering to
each word, seducing by mere innocence—a soul remains where it was life to
mingle. Years will passby, symphonies in flesh, never as intimate as alpha with
darkness. I never wanted feelings, the message was unclear, core rotten, soul
pathetic, aching like grapes under sunshine. I keep a memory, designed to
mourn, a chuckle at how life is ironic. Business remains suffering, skin
whispers, looking at us, too many months, never met ownership, played guitar,
laughed it off.
