I limit my mind sometimes
to its endless space
which is not so endless
but
it is
years pass and still i tend to indulge in your hands on me
tension releasing itself to times where
it isn't really always there
but it is
smiles and understanding of who it is
me
no full comprehension
but a different one
so subtle and incomplete
the fact that this abstract thing isn't obsolete is
what helps us breathe through this
this
thing that has no name
and i can imagine you standing at our doorstep
just staring as i walk away to buy
milk perhaps some wine to help us live through another day
I remember thinking to myself
this is so wrong its right
and this is so right that its wrong
and neither ever lasted to long
so my state you cant imagine
living in a house with 6 doors
I never know who is going to walk in
when the locks are loose
when the wood is rotting
and when the paint just doesn't look the same anymore
thought goes so far
only so far into mass soul
so far into my soul where in my skin under my blood
there is control
so where do we go from here
this standing earth on another mind
into the deepest deepest and
darkest kind
of knowing each -- one another
of being brought up to say no to situations like these
because they can leave you
where they left them
or where simple thoughts left romeo and Juliet
on cold stone
with cold lips
closed eyes
and heartless