tight, hot knots surge up
fear gives way to hopelessness
awaken, hope again.
I overcomplicate things by nature
Learning to simplify
I let the bare truth create on its own
The reflection stands, unremarkable to most
To me, the essence is perfectly bottled.
I turn, bursting to tell you
I forget for less than a frame
And then, I smile.
I don’t want out yet
I like writing all day
I like sleeping when my body tells me
I like cooking and baking and savouring my spoils
I like watering my veg
I like seeing what my resident squirrel has dug up earlier that morn
I like being alone with my thoughts
Pondering as I watch clouds out back
They reach out whispy fingertips to one another just to dissolve before they touch
The grass tickles, warm underfoot
Memories are ghosts that dissolved with the clouds
I don’t want out yet
Perhaps, never.
Have you ever woken up?
To 14 years of playing a role
Based on your life but not your own
Fumbling to a pedestal
Savouring punishment
Simulating authenticity
I have woken up
During dawn my friend
Trying to recall one second spent with you
I was anything other than myself.
Good isn’t more than bad. The math isn’t rigged, we are.