Bricks

Increased urges, where is the control?

Just

stay.  For a few more seconds. 

Understand, selfishly,

I just don’t want to believe this is exactly the way it seems.

Differentiate the past from the future, today from tomorrow from

yesterday-- I cannot.

Why should it matter?  People, life, 

things

change.

Exhausted with misunderstandings--

misinterpretations--

we scream: Words, phrases.

That mean everything

yet

nothing.

I search for a way

to retrace the steps, to fix what cannot be fixed,

but believing in all possibilities as potentially everlasting

is a fairy tale life.

Flipping though the white-out pages

A Once Upon A Time.

I can’t decide what story I should be writing.

It seems too early for an ending,

but my mind is a dead end road

leading to a wall too high to climb

and there…there you are on the other side.

I keep screaming and screaming

until my words are no longer heard.

STOP!

Here I hear,

a whisper.  Softly.

Goodbye for now.  Goodbye.  Goodbye.

So I, too, reply: goodbye.

Reviews

[Chaos_Collector]

Bricks pile between you and your thoughts until silence is all that remains. I can definitely relate to this and I'm sure others can too. Love this Anne. (: