Life As We Refuse To Know It.

Sometimes when things seem so flat upon the floor that our backs will crack down to reach them, and sometimes when the world looks so far away that our arms my fly off with our attempt to grab it. I think that sometimes, what we want and what we have will never be the same; we cannot continue to live in a world where our dreams become realities, where our happy endings find a true place in our fairytales. Life is what it is, cold, dark, and lonely and never quite one thing or another. Dreams are false beyond reality and hopes are just naive thoughts gathering and bursting at our souls.

Nothing

Let me tell you a secret, it all becomes nothing.

Bare.

If you look carefully in this you will see me.
Within the words and the paragraphs and poems.
Within the clothes strewn on the floor and behind all the photographs.
I stand alone and bare and no one can tell it’s really me.
I am not myself; I am myself wanting to be true.

Never Forget.

Rain pours down the side of the bus window as I grasp to see the outside world. Everything is blurred and imperfect as the clouds steadily move faster upon us. The glare burns our eyes as we wait for the sun to burn them some more. People pass but their faces are never seen and the sky blurs into the fences with purple trees. I smile slightly to myself and wish for this blur to stay upon our lives. The expectations have been taken away and the surface doesn’t need to be seen. We can remain as strangers; we can remain as forgotten people who will never forget.