Stream of Consciousness

Jumbled thoughts held together by what sanity I have left, enjoy!

What is left here? Among the rubble of what once stood tall against everything? There were pieces gathered and held tightly in shaking hands as if the proximity would heal the cracks of separation and make it whole once more- but, now the parts have been scattered. Ashes drifting, carried away by a wind that brings change. We are not what we used to pride ourselves on being. We are- you and I. No connection beyond the skin, no attachment through receptors, no channeling via wavelength. No bond shared as my head leans against your chest just to cherish the rhythm that one day will cease. Empty. Looking back on the portraits we painted with blood-covered palms, the essence of what we were and what we may become- images neatly folded and stuffed down in the bottom of memory boxes. This is an end to what had barely begun, this is a farewell spoken by twisted tongues; this is a fist clenched and refusing to take hold of something long gone- this is losing love.

Author's Note

This is stream of consciousness, not a structured piece!