for a moment

everything is happening and I can’t grasp any of it, the people talk like they care about something. they think she’s so withdrawn. well I’m fucked up. I can’t connect to them. the more they talk the more I fade away. a terror grows inside of me - about the future. of being trapped in one mind. one body. I’m sorry, but I’m not that happy girl who “loves life” and water skiing. who is so beautifully riveting that you are breathless in her presence. I’m sadness. I’m spilling over with understanding; secret translations; pure findings. I am an insane concoction of nerves. fragmented realities. your hands feel warm like a blooming universe; I press into them and slip through the dark matter of us- give me your territory. let me clear the cobwebs and cup your broken heart. don’t think, just feel. the stars ignite. there is no meaning to complete it all.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

such expression...i am broken, you are broken...i can't be what you would like me to be...it would be a false front...but then, i know you are not who you profess to be either..under that thick skinned facade...there is someone hurting, just like me.

[Neville]

Phew, a truly delightful yet conversely painful read. I congratulate you yet again on your writing and expressionsability. N