Like a flick of a switch she's gone. Desolate and lost in her own head. Quietly questioning... Compulsively contemplating... And savagely sifting... Through every last fragment in her mind. Originally posted 4/17/21
I think that by nature we gravitate to those who mirror our emotions. Those of us who are lost and grasping for comfort seem to be drawn to those also desperate for connection... Only to find our own condolences in the reassurance we give.
I look back and remember how carefully I placed all these photographs in these cheap Tjmaxx frames... Three pristine prints in complete symmetry. The glass left free of hairs... stubborn dust... and fingerprint smears... Hanging in perfect unison. But now... Now I can't even look at them long enough to take them down.
Maybe tomorrow doesn't come and you lose the chance to know me... As I become just another face in a crowd of anonymity...
I wonder about the day that I bump into you... Maybe in a year or just out of the blue. I catch myself rehearsing all the things I would say... In hopes that when you see me you don't just walk away.
I knew it'd be gray here as my mind readjusts, But this unrelenting haze is almost becoming too much. I expected this fog so I'll just have to wait it out, In hopes to see gold rather than a blackout.
If you controlled the train and I laid down on the tracks... Would you reach for the brakes? Or just sit back and relax?
If I close my eyes and hold my breath,
I can imagine myself back besides you.
Within that moment I’m back
floating in your scent,
drowning in your touch,
and backstroking in your presence.
But as soon as I relax
and try to take a breath,
I’m sucked back into the present…
Once again left gasping for air.
Like a flick of a switch she's gone. Desolate and lost in her own head. Quietly questioning... Compulsively contemplating... And savagely sifting... Through every last fragment in her mind.
on the fabric
that held us...
imprinted in a
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