Filling the insatiable void, Dragging myself around. Dealing with stuff, Putting a face on the exigencies of work. A friend is wonderful. Mateos sits with me as we weep into the emptiness.
And there are so many ways. Anecdotes to deal with the turmoil: Words. But the madness of a moment transcends the present into a hostile reality. The truth - of holding what we love.
But the heart speaks, Hear it! Or lose it. And all our cunning is noise when we hear its call.
Everything is clear. With or without? Feelings, ugly ones such as envy, jealousy and doubt. Have their moment. And peak.
Alone, We are untouchables. How enraging to see the one you love, Unstiching the patchwork that was our cover. For in an instant, We are undone.
Jealousy is a strange thing. Misplaced, but a kind of mask, that hides other festering insecurities. A focal point for something else, hidden, that springs into action. We sense something is wrong, but can't admit it to ourselves so our mind plays a humbling trick on us.