As I look into the dark skies at last
I don't even have to squint to see and realize the moon is a Crest moon . Or yet a hidden full moon behind the actual mental picture. That is not even being focused on anymore. Because now whats left is inside to be torn apart from what's left of the part that actually is trying to shine. Without a star yet a few feet away can be so tiny and yet take the whole seeeeeenn. Not really trying to at all.

I raise my eyelids to be able to see what I was gonna see next and not knowing I was gonna see two seens at the same time. It's not the fact I paying attention. It's the fact I raised my eyelids in the first place to be not haste but reluctant that I could still see . With yet what I have left to look. ….. and my hurt slowly tears at the chest that I breathe and the only insides that I have a trying to see what I wasn't even trying to seee Orr feeel what is even me alright but still caged and hardly subsiding because there's no where yet to turn but graciously upward into a glance of hope that maybe they would notice but also not wanting them to even care because of what's left could or is already branded with dispair and what's left the nothing I slowly puzzle piece its way back to being whole again. Feeling something yet always turning and dropping or losing the pieces that I couldn't even want to try to look for instead I find a stealthy iron fist in the midst to pound me back to why I was even left with the thought of even knowing I had that much strenght to realize that I can still seee…. The overlapsed pigment of truth of the shades of realizations. … mental bars trapped my heart 💔 so I could start to mend the smarts and who and why I was left but livid marks left to flea in the shadowless broken. Darkness of reals feeels of nothingsss s ………..Alice Zane _tj Fonzie bonzie Erica Marie …….