I was, before I am
In the still life I sought, but now I seek
The breath I couldn’t take,
That I will now receive
stillborn, it was mine and it still is
Before the dawn, I sat
In the ambers, I could not go
The burn of touch
And the sin of men
I couldn’t let go, I couldn’t believe
But now, I guess,
stillborn, in your love I’ll live.
I closed my eyes
For a moment I dreamed.
Daringly
I saw flowers,
rich
Rivers full
But a quiet, deep,
like none was life
I opened my eyes
In that instance I saw.
Warily
There were life,
rich
Movements full
But an awkwardness, captivating
like none was life
a drag i am
a fool i try to be not
a little blunt, i guess.
but digress i shall not…
in words i am small
in pictures i speak little
–
in time, i might even wither
thenceforth an only hope – step over me not?
tinkering teethers, babbling oodles,
a riddle i might seem, but a riddle i am not
Very often it is difficult to feel
The extent of the ocean;
how far-reaching it actually is
Just so, that my hands can never touch the sky
our feet periodically grazes the rebellious seaweeds that grow too tall;
rightly so that we may never be dragged within
How seldom it is, you have closed your eyes
and remembered melodies of spirits flowing through flesh;
that hairs tingle like they have nerves built in
It wasn’t often to have felt. What would be of now?
As is this prose, we are incomplete.
There are so many things I fear
one of them unfortunately,
a fear of living
If I could stop breathing,
I probably would
A narrative.
“When I stopped thinking about life.
I stopped feeling it all.”
Carl is sad about life.
So everyday he takes the effort to visit the nearest joint.
“A painful journey.
One I couldn’t describe.”
for an illness he cannot define.
Any solution, he shall want to find.
“I am counting the days.
To when I can smell heaven again”
“Goodbye”
He says so, with a slight smile on his wry face.
Goodbye.
suzy being suzy. 