H E R T E L E S

I’m going to tell you something: thoughts are never honest. Emotions are.

The cosmos unravels from my mouth, all fullness, all vacancy.

During the day, I burn down bridges; Every night I try to swim back across.

There’s a difference between being alone and being lonely; I may not have been completely alone in my life, but I was definitely lonely.

Light thinks it travels faster than anything, but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds that darkness has always gotten there first, and is waiting for it.

                           ONE MUSTN’T leave blooms of f i r e wondering too long, nor ever dreadfully WAITING.  Such inactions are truly too MUNDANE, and this one -- isn’t she quite the FLAMETHROWER, bursting with s p a r k s beneath rosy moonflower skin?  His smile doesn’t BUDGE, destined for now to be a promise but never a true divulgence ; empty hollow cavernous echoes where that PESKY HEART should be.  But for what little he TRULY FEELS, he savours each and every moment.  She is a photograph preserved in careful memory.  He would never leave her wondering.  

     i want to T E A R myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and d i s s o l v e somewhere far, over the hills. but i am here, my legs blocks of concrete, my lungs ( empty ) of air, my throat burning. there will be no floating away.