I look back and remember how carefully and delicately I placed all these photographs in these cheap Tjmaxx frames... Three pristine prints in complete symmetry. The glass free of hairs... stubborn dust... and my fingerprint smears... Hanging in unison perfectly. But now... Now I can't even look at them long enough to take them apart.
Maybe tomorrow doesn't come and you lose the chance to know me... I'll become just another face in a crowd of anonymity...
I wonder about the day that I bump into you... Maybe in a year or just out of the blue. I catch myself rehearsing all the things I would say... In hopes that when you see me you don't just walk away.
I knew it'd be gray here as my mind readjusts, But this unrelenting haze is almost becoming too much. I expected this fog so I'll just have to wait it out, In hopes I'll see some gold instead of another blackout.
If you controlled the train and I laid down on its tracks... Would you reach for the brakes? Or just sit back and relax?
If I close my eyes and hold my breath, I can imagine myself back besides you. Within that moment I'm backfloating in your scent, drowning in your touch, and backstroking in your presence. But as soon as I relax and try to take a breath, I'm sucked back into the present... Once again left only … Continue reading Drowning
She has blank stare with red-rimmed eyes... And a clouded head with glazed-over replies.
Like a flick of a switch she's gone. Desolate and lost in her own head. Quietly questioning... Compulsively contemplating... And savagely sifting... Through every last fragment of her mind.
Maybe everything's not quite as I remember in my head... Could it be so warped and twisted? My reality subconsciously misread?
Emotions remain on the fabric that held us... Lonely stains now imprinted in a cotton embrace...