Exiled to searching for me in others
And I for you in her.
As yet nameless but soon a face will inhabit the void
Left in your wake.
I will preach contentment
Even joy
But I will be conscious of my lie
Aware of the rot.
For a blind man blessed with a week of colour
Fools no one
When he claims to prefer the dark.
He merely tricks himself into thinking
That he prefers the safety of indifference.
But the vibrance,
The perfect impurities of life
Will hook him like an ****** as they now hook me.
A quick fix can never remedy this
Physicality
With no minds married
Will always fall short
And end as quickly as it began.
Although this sounds plaintive
It is merely provident
As affairs of the heart
Require prudence; an anesthetic
Against future pain.
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 9:29 AM UTC
Look at the river and how it bends
It peaceful there
And beautiful too.
This green and pleasant place
Sedates me and I like it.
I could sit for hours and think quietly
Sometimes the sounds,
The thick urban screams
Are too much.
I prefer the quiet, the softness
Of the removed, the unreachable.
I need not travel to see the stars,
For they come to me.
They greet me lovingly
And I’m happy to see them.
I feel so small in their gaze,
Protected by my own
insignificance.
Some people are like stars
But get too close and they burn.
That’s why I like the quiet places
Love on my own in empty spaces.
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 2:04 PM UTC