it’s a loss to know that in some offset, far away world, there’s the possibility that I survived.
the almost time, when I stood, when I dragged my limbs across deserts and lived. in a cave set on fire, I let the flames swallow me. the last thing I knew was the devouring heat of a yellow glow, clenching my pulse with a fist,
Telling me no more.
it’s a tragedy to know that in that offset, far away world, there was the sometimes opportunity for you and I to thrive.
the would have been moment that could have opened our eyes. in a deserted orchard, the lemons, though sour, kept me alive, reminded me of you.
I bit fruit too pretty of a shine, for a rotten inside that tasted of sour hopes. some unfortunate Adam and Eve parable, I was taught to trust my own.
Telling me to move on.
it’s a victory to know that in some offset, far away world, there’s the knowing that through fire and poor taste, I learned to survive.
Bathing in a field of sunflowers, drenched in sunlight, the only color I know so well.