what chases us
so quickly
with hesitance
the way we tumble
recklessly
blindly
after our feather
dreams
it makes my heart ache
even more
watching your stormy eyes
watching me
partly closed
peering through the veil
of the smoke that tears our lungs
taking a sip
from the clear poison
manipulating
your mind
slurring your words
i don't understand what you are saying
even when you are silent