RE-VIEW

It didn't matter much to me,

But then again it wasn't anything

Thinking about things

It was alright

It was at the beginning of the day when, the thought occurred about how we would act when confronted again.

My guard is off, reflexes are old, and the ambiguity of feelings drowns my breath.

There was nothing to say and as we passed one another the stress of each other's presence forced us to reach out and strike each other.

Your older

Give me your hand and tell me what I dropped.

Handing me a gesture changes nothing, this was calculated.

You're different

Fighting you would do nothing, this day has been predestined to be only what it is.

So whom are we what do we do

Share the burden of truth

Destroy yourself along my side

reGaining all my will we face each other again

There were less words to be said today and somehow we made it through the awkward moments of speechless silence.

And then

Two years ago seems like yesterday-

We didn't laugh at the past, we found the present funny though.

Nothing changed,

The beauty was no one would know what would make a difference.

Like a meal for a person that's full.

We weren't hungry.

This place doesn't seem the same anymore,

It's quite not the same-

now that you're here.

It Seems unfamiliar and the air is... uncomfortable to breath because it taste feels, smells remarkably like a place I left once before.

Not a trigger nor gravity, that's unbearable, rather a bubble of reality within an abstract museum of humanity.

Searching, getting lost and then finding the road again-

This was the journey, waiting behind the scene there was this opportunity,

Yesterday seems far away today-

Running with an exhaustion far away and a warm feeling that escapes into euphoria,

This is when chance comes to be-

The thought,

About that thought,

About long ago-

no one will know me

no one knew him,

and those who had, still knew not of him- time went on not knowing.

This changed nothing-

knowing knows nothing of not knowing

These words bleeding out of my thoughts

Start decomposing in the beauty of fermentation

There's a dumpster halfway filled inside me-

Looking inside the trash isn't that bad and there's a balloon floating inside this dive spot

The first time the thought crosses your feelings, there is no tomorrow

This road leads only to one place and the fastest man alive couldn't stave it off

With the end but a mere journey that has no never

It was the beginning of forever

Seeing your eyes change it all

I don't know you and it's yesterday

Today never came

Tomorrow is forever

In the end it's funny how things turn out-

Of perspective is a matter of opinion a detail of nature, and many other differences.

This was the life that would never be more than just at this time,

Instead of paying attention to the narrative the in between part had started to stretch out.

Presently all the highs were gone, the missing beat was a memory,