I wrestle with content
I lay with uneasiness
Where to find the truth
Is questionable at best
Is it in the shadows I see out of the corner of my eye?
Teasing me, meandering between their realm and mine
Telling me nothing but so much more
Dark, but purposeful and reaching
Or is it in the thoughts that run marathons through my mind?
No particular subject or theme
Yet scattered with meanings
Hinting to be stitched together
Or is it in the curve of a chest? (that makes me so digress…)
Soft and strong with sunlight inching in
I’m sinking…
drifting…
charging
Bone structures say so much
Hovering with no purpose…freedom
Yet craving to be tethered
To be dutiful or uninhibited?
For now I flirt with restlessness