if life was tangible

what would i do if my life was tangible?

would i bleach my eyes and take a breath?

would i stare at its light in a tangling mess?

what would i do if my life was a shell?

simply torn apart into a hollow parallel.

if she stared into my eyes would i long to know her?

but if her skin was only pale and her gaze a mere white,

i might walk away from that poor soul and seek to find the light.

but who am i and when? 

and why am i so sure?

i'm scared of exclamation points

and i don't know who i'm trying for.

if i reject what i want when will walls come down?

i see something in the distance but the path is so far left now.

so i search for a tear. 

a simple reminder i am human

where does my nose meet my lip

and my lid touch my lash?

even if she were standing in front of me,

tangible and arms unfolding,

would i run?

Author's Note

don't mean to be too edgy. feedback is appreciated.