Fragments of myself have been hovering, Suspended above me in my own abyss of isolation. And all this time I've been trying so hard to grab ahold of them, Repeatedly reaching out in acts of desperation. But every time I grasped to catch them... My own touch had just pushed them farther away.


You grew unnoticed like a slow growing ivy. Your deceitful emerald leaves glimmering a seductive dew. Consuming all you wanted with your twisting vines. Eventually wrapping your way around me... Whispering all of the things that you wanted to do.