I wonder If there truly is such a thing As getting over A love What if instead That bruised Still aching part of you Just gets cut off More or less neatly Depending on the skill Of the surgeon Then is promptly sealed up In a shiny metal box And quietly put away In the … Continuă lectura Vision in an attic

I wish I could finally See your face when Looking in the mirror Shining like perfectly polished Brass And hopefully Smiling back From the reflection I wish I could verify If you truly do look Somehow similar to myself As I once read Only more striking And magnificent in appearance A divine elevated version Of … Continuă lectura Guardian angel

A profound feeling of Detachment From all there is Was or ever Will be Including Or especially yourself Nothing to hold On to Nothing to grab And use As a trusty anchor In the oblivious times Of the flood Reedited A more Or less withered Leaf Mercilessly torn away From its source Now cast to … Continuă lectura Derealization

I feared death The most That insomniac night As the silence kept spreading Slowly Thus the more anxiously During the small Lonely hours Before dawn A deeply red liquid In a transparent base Blood infecting clear water Or the other way around Would be the most obvious Metaphor Also standing for Life energy Irrevocably dispersed … Continuă lectura I feared death