Awake. Sleep chasing after me. Do not think. Do not feel. The bird and the fish.
Frustration that built up with desires of flesh and soul that have not been met.
I have not failed to see the easy coming beauty. Precious ephemeral rose beds.
Memory needs strength. The reasons. The differences. The love. The needs.
Life. Mind. Heart. Body. Trusted to a sense of certainty. Certainty and hope.
But cursed I am. Cursed it is. The feeling. Curiosity met by creators of doubt.
No one understands. Compounds. Same elements. Different arrangement.
Tears have stopped coming down while seated in uncomfortable bus rides.
The kite has been cut from the cord. Repeat the words. I do not care anymore.
Let it hurt. Let it burn. After one -only one lifetime- it will be gone. Almost it all.