you found yourself in a constant haze of pathos, shores divided in your brain and your muscles loosened. you were almost dead then, all you needed was one more milestone, one more step, and you could achieve. you did it. you hurt yourself. a thousand walls of history come tumbling down while you fell, you elapsed through time, falling in-between stacks of skins and satelittes, you crashed into a hidden microcosm under the sea, your own enchanting world to rest your aching heart. but i don’t want you to leave me, not yet, not now. your skin like smashed porcelain, your eyes a burnt crimson, fleeting, you are not what you once were - but i still need you here. you’re gone now. isn’t it funny how we are so codependent on other people? you’d think the growth from child to man would detach us from co dependency, but it doesn’t. we still look for the warmth of our mothers milk in a glass of whiskey, still search for a gasp of approval, still wait for our life to have meaning. i thought i had meaning with you. you had meaning with me. our meaning was interwoven with one and other, we interlocked all our hopes and dreams together, and now they lay scattered around me, broken. nostalgia seeps from the places you were once walked. do i feel your ache now? am i now whats left of your silence?
where touch becomes a wave of infinity
where words are lost and replaced with softness
and after this moment, you swear you will never be the same
a thousand walls of history
in between stacks of skins and satelittes
is hidden, a secret microcosm
but enchanting, at the least
time slips through the seashells and sand
in the fragrance of the ocean
and in the palm of your hand
coffee conversation
is the best conversation
because between each sip
everything feels a
lot
more
slower
