Last we spoke it was cold there.
I can’t sleep at night because the heat keeps me alive.
I lay juxtaposed on this horrible firm bed.
They all smile at me,
So I smile back.
Thank you for the love,
And for never writing back.
I want to lay in the grass
And feel the earth hold me up.
I want to read the greatest works of literary geniuses.
I want to write things that make people think. But to articulate is hard for me.
I have been forgotten.
I have been misplaced.
I’m here in the dark, hidden from view.
I will stay here for now.
Till I can decide to write something worthwhile.
My hands are shaking.
And from what, I can’t tell..
I watch them
To see if I can see the cause..
They haven’t been held in some time.
So maybe they shake from loneliness or fear.
Maybe they shake from what’s to come..
The soft music I hear is therapy
I have to close my eyes
I push my finger tips to touch each other.
I feel them.
In this moment is bliss..
In this moment is peace.
It’s cold enough that I can see my breath,
It’s frozen out here.
Nothing has warmed me in some time
And I have forgotten how to move the way I used to.
My mind has forgotten how think of anyone else
I’m not even sure I smile anymore.
I apply my face
And pretend everything is fine.
But it’s frozen out here..
So until next time,
I’ll see you in the fog?
I think of your laugh
And I can
Almost hear you.
But not quite.
It’s exhausting in the
I took a little
So that I can sleep.
And right now
I can’t see.
Was it only
I cannot recall.
I cannot see.
And I can’t tell if
Maybe that’s the
I cannot see
So tell me,
Is this the beauty of it all?