I see
Everyone
I hear
Everything
Do you see her
Drink about to spill?
Do you hear that
Hushed conversation meant only for lovers?
I see
Too much
I focus
On the experiences of others
Empathy
Fear of who I am
I concentrate
On everything else
Drown out the voices
You will never be as good as them.
Life begins with a though. A spark a flame then faster burns the blinding birth an awakening the
consumption of fuel wood is stacked upon dwindling ashes until the heat has served its purpose
the embers linger then extinguish and ashes mark the spot where once we made our fire.
Blank frames of open lullabies descending
without knowing shapes ascending
into the heavens peacefully darkening
memories gone by stars exploding
till into her arms warmth increasing
leaves pain itself decreasing
