I think that i have something to say.
something that reverberates through my hallow mind.
a haunted mind full of empty thoughts that slip through the cracks of my fingertips
and heavy memories.
The type of memories that keep you suspended in moments
where life feels like a series of flipping images in a two dimensional world.
But these memories and life images are what i remember
and what i hold tucked away in the layers and folds in my heart, between my heart strings and valves, I pump memories through my blood stream.
it is my fix. my life source of comfort and belonging.
I travel far and away from home and those dear to me stay stagnant like statues they wait and freeze in moments that matter
and I can no longer be a part of
all I can do is watch and imagine while Im away and disconnected.
i am a disconnect between what and who i was my entire life and who i am becoming.
I am more of a statue than all of the statues
my suspension is hollow and cold but my heart full of warm remembrances
i live in a small world full of small people
taking comfort in the task of breathing fine morning air
and i take comfort in remembering