I want to create a perfect memory

I'm a fake

don't look too closely

I want to go back to a time that doesn't exist

it's all in my head

back then

I'd hug

now I'm afraid of touch

lately

forgetting

about my surroundings

remembering past faces

old places

where am I running to

I lost my breath a long time ago

I don't have a face
because I am your reflection

what a special time
we were all special people
I can only imagine
the purest form of unity
were our games in the woodchips
one by one
I see you again
I wasnt the only one
Who remembered everything
They, too, remember everything
We've all felt this loneliness
Six years in the void
Are we too weak to reconnect
The lot of us have split

Get out of my heart
I dont need a reminder
Of the stone in my future
I dont wish to grasp you
If I cant forever

Ladies,

Today, if they’re not gracious for that simple feather kiss in the middle of the forehead.
They’ll never be appreciative for anything else you have to offer...

we are somewhere that gathers moss
while churning butter into permafrost
with dainty little hands, grown savage
from wailing in prayer. we contain a noise
that surrounds us. all the golden pollen
of our dark gardens, swelling in the flame
of our Mystery…. unopposed.
we join intangible things to quicken the hardpan
of our ziggurats. we hum our contusions
into clouds of memory, abandoned by pain
and left adrift in the eye of a grateful monsoon.
culling pearls from loose oysters
where the moon should be.

i don’t know how to stop.

i don’t even know how it started