It was the 12 when there was no sun
but I remained light
fighting the separation of my thoughts from
It came as though rushed
restless and unyielding
as I went to draw my sword
it fled inconsolable
only to return with a vengeance
“you will think…you will worry..
you will hear me..you will feel me..”
I remind myself of the present
the light flashing “10:08”
head pounding from the battle
waiting for the next moment of solace
to awaken between the notes the crickets play
their folly forgotten background music to the
dust that is arisen
in my time of separation
it looks like I have won
I lick my battle wounds by thinking of good times
flaming flowers and rainy skies kind of times..
the crickets play on…..
The idea of needing someone isn’t dangerous until you say it.
In your mind you can play with it
You can’t drop it
It won’t combust
There won’t be satisfaction
But you can run away without them seeing you
Once let go
and compresses on your chest
hoping for relief
that you were more independent
before you let it go.
Haven’t wrote anything in a while
Things have been themselves
Themselves encased in glass
But I’ve been breaking intently on releasing them
The past as a second..a year..an old face
The night seems so new when I’m present
And the past when it visits so estranged and unfitting
To gather more of myself this path has allowed me to piece
And sew..and glue.. and sing to every broken thing
And every moment I’ve ever lied to myself
I’ve made me better
Because I’ve learned
That’s the name of the game.