Between us is anxiety, ambivalence; senses writhing, sweet dolor.
Courage to exist, inner faces. I sunk into a vision, I danced softly. Each page is a universe; each building a fence.
To waft upon love, to feel anguish—soft liquids, cosmic cuddling.
I was rethinking life, so subtly; whet for ambition, each session made iron, as peeking, if mechanics breathe.
I don’t see the youngster in me;
this is travesty.
To picture an event, those eyes chancing, souls a bit tipsy;
To locate a rhythm, to curse a star, if ever upon a moon.
Since a tender age, roaming lands, feeling presence; so dear a second, core conviction;
those tragic memories, culling diamonds, so thrown, so captured.
It was an instance in a split the day it was hurting; terrific chances, debut arts, Hosier pain.
Upon a dream to imagine freedom, such a sly ideal, most know for anxiety, most churn inside.
I see for self it never ends.
I suggest it’s similar for others.
