Drifting, I am floating between air flows,
The unseeable pathways guiding my body
Undiscovered spaces, a light
Sense of ever-existing freedom as
My weight shifts and my eyes
Point Eastwards.

Frozen streams follow paths over my body,
The sensations enlightening my nerves,
Over nostrils, and
Between feathers
Ruffles,
Shivers illuminate my chest.

Forwards, my paths of flight leads me,
Shadows, possessions of the clouds,
Create illuminations of the blue
Reflective mass below.
My belly mirrored,
Moving as me,
Gliding across the ever extending
Greens,
Shimmering folding currents.

Leaning my weight forwards
Gently, the images grow closer.
Every little reflected movement
Picked up by
The water.

Thoughts so rough, I look out to sea in search for calm
As I consider the waves and the mist, This tightness
In my chest only increases.
The bundle of wired electricity in my throat, filling my centre
Rib cage dislocated, the heaving never breaks,
The racing never halts.
Eyes Closing,
Tears rolling,
I cannot understand how you have power over me still.

Somehow the ripples of our bond still float over the reservoir of my existence.
Moving softly yet shifting the sand at the bed of my stomach,
Uneasy,
Filtering the love I receive through a lens of insecurity.

You,
A catalyst for this mess,
Why did I let you?
Sneaking your way in,
Peaking around the doorframe
Wiping your shoes on the mat,
Back in between my fingers,
Your hand intertwined with mine,

No.
I undo our knot, falling
As I detach myself from the
Being that has kept me above
Water for so long.
That's what makes this situation
Even harder, even more impossible.

Everyday I spent with us,
With the person we made together
Has been wasted, by

Foolish words.
Did they leave my mouth
Or maybe stayed close, trapped
Like you in your net of a mind;
Enveloping,
Holding you above the earth,
As you disconnect from
Everything that you are.

I may never manage to break your cold,
But I will continue trying to melt it,
And make you warm
Again.

Separated.

Due to this grey, titanium screen.
Somehow so far between us,
Stopping the chemicals of our brains reacting together, as one,
Restricting the emotion that is;
Was,
Shared between us.

Because this is in the past.

You and me, this entity we once were vanished in smoke and unfinished lines. Like a sketch of an artists, rough and uncut, fragmented and misunderstood yet so, very, silent.

Miscommunication runs in our veins, and i am not one to protest against that. You, quiet, I loud, and;
pause
too loud.

So loud that your voice, so small, went misheard or not heard at all,
The twisted lines of my mind refusing to let your calming words in, but all you wanted to do was save me from the noise.