We, scraps of night day and dawn with every word not said more action is taken, wormholes of the mind pull us in further but let’s not be mistaken the was nothing fake. Eyes looking past the veil into the soul’s end, gaze worth diamonds quickly spills on the floor like dropped marbles.
They, follow each other stealing glances trying to catch the scent of the fleeting romances, seemingly hopeless in their endeavour nonetheless happier when together.
You, awe strikingly bodacious, smart and gracious controlling the situations in a heartbeat until you felt my heart beat. Flood of emotions won’t quit so just ask and I’ll show up to make you upbeat.
I, am perplexed don’t know if I can trust the thoughts in my head. Who I am and who I want to be cannot connect, I push away the ones I care about the most, I don’t want no one to see I’m vulnerable broken and usable. No questions are needed, I just want to feel alive let me thrive.
Us, sitting together like in the back of the class under watchful eyes hoping for our skin to pass under the fingers as the tension in the air lingers. Sensory deprivation sends our minds into starvation dreading another separation.
Them, overthinking feels like sinking, trying to predict every possibility without such ability causes instability. Throwing decoys to feel the grounds when in fact we row one boat unsure what keeps us afloat. The undertow of emotions keeps the things in motion until like K. Chopin’s awakening we walk into the ocean.
After 7 months break it is hard to come up with anything that doesn’t feel like you put your hand in a blender but hopefully there will be more where this came from.