Catharsis

And yet I wait -
Wondering if I should chase it.

The Physics of Forgetting

They tell me time is the fourth dimension,
But I’ve never understood it as anything more
than a line that refuses to stay straight.
Some days it feels like I’m running on the spot,
While others it slips away like sand through fingers.

We’re made of atoms,
But I can’t help but feel like I am the space between them -
Empty.

Quiet.
And infinitely lost.

I wonder if the universe knows what it’s doing,
Or if it’s just waiting for us to figure it out so it can laugh.
We claim to understand gravity,
But it seems to only pull harder on the things that we’ve let go.

You wear your skin like a borrowed coat;
Uncomfortably aware of its seams.
If I could peel it away and leave you whole what would remain?
A skeleton?

A ghost?

I imagine you as something softer - 
A feathered bird or a thought that never finished forming.
When you speak it’s as though the words are by accident.
And I wonder if they fall out of your mouth only because they can’t find anywhere else to go.

Maybe we were meant to be like this -
Unsure.