what makes you forget besides the burning liquid of life or the round pieces of earth i swallow im used to the feeling of fire i trip my way to the next square piece on the chessboard i watch the … Continue reading
Im missing those brick houses
that line up like soldiers
standing at attention, staring at the hazy sun
i try on my cocoon for size
it brings a deep un-comfort
that only wise men can know
and i smile a little louder
because thats something only i know
these houses looks the same but are
prominent to me
and i wear them on my back
like a fleece blanket
while other places
and other faces stare with shame
Ill only ever know the weight of them
when i stand at attention,
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