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a painful sigh feels like life
Sitting by the window, trickling drops of rain landed on the seal. The whole place felt like a sealed, unattainable box where you can fit just about the right amount of moments. But I never knew that fake was so real, because they wish I was. But that's not what I am, and as I fall apart, I understand that people only connect to feel the presence of everything and nothing in the same moment, and that's okay. Because I'm underneath with everything that I fall over into. But when I stand up, I feel like my connections connect with you, and when I understand that, my relevance becomes relevant reverence in perseverance through eternity's solemn ways of undoing. People wish that they knew me; that I need all the "stuff" in the world. Though, I couldn't be about something that I knew would only hold me and bring me down. So, I keep everything in the place where it hurts the most. You'll never find me right here. Where I lay, and here where I lie. Maybe I can lie here for eternity, and maybe I can lay with you, or maybe I'll always be something that you couldn't keep. Maybe if you held my hand, the spaces where our fingers interlock would be something different to you and me.

The breath in between your words, those are the words I hear when you speak. And everything you don't say, every time you don't use my name, I lose a little sleep, and I've been falling down, but hey, someone boosted me back up today. I wish I knew right now, but I'm never going to have anywhere to go until the place I used to be is never anywhere. But seeds get planted and sown, and so I hold boulders for both of us, just because I don't want you to carry the burden of what it takes, or be influenced by. I wish that the light was so bright in me so you could see, but man, I'm on the other side. Know you're right; I'm reflected in the reflection's thought process, and his perceived notion is just me lying there at the bottom. If I knew how to be, see, I said the koi fish can only see up to the top of the pond, and I'm beneath, but I see you from above like a cloud does. I make faces like a clown does; you smile at me. 'Cause when I connect, I see a perception of you that doesn't connect. I understand that you reflect; we were all koi fish, or maybe we're all goldfish. Let's see. I can't understand because I don't learn like that. So come over here and go straight in my ear, and I'll learn like that. I'll take everything I can, and I'll earn like that. This is how I write in colloquialisms that burn bright. Hey, sometimes being dead burns bright.

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