The thing is
I wouldn't blame her
If she grew up hating me
For staying how I am
I too find myself
Intolerable
Yet
Desirable
And
Impossible to learn from

Can't go a moment without saying
I am madly in love with all she is
And could be
But won't be
Because she and I both know
You can't please every need

Becoming who I am to you
Has made all the things I was to me
So minuscule
My life is now for giving thanks

Your happiness
Is everything
To me

If I could paint a picture
It would be of this tree
Sun shining through
Branches tickling me
I rest at its trunk
Read aloud to a bee
Two small spotted skunks
Are both here to see
The sun and the tree
Listen gently

100-something ants
On a voyage
All around your uneven terrain
One-by-one,
I hear their little voices
So full of hope and promise
"We're gonna make it today!"

~~~

Is zero a number?
Is numb a feeling?
Is comatose slumber?
Is sleep now healing?

Is why a question?
Is try a verb?
When you can't shake
The ***** and herb?

Is static music?
Is silence screaming?
Is nighttime cursed...

is daytime dreaming?


SoulSurvivor
Rewrite (c) 5/12/2015
Written 2014

Can anyone tell me
where is the manual book
for fixing leaking eyes?
The ******* stole it from me
now my pillow and hand
are always damp at night
even in broad daylight
****