so this
                   is
it--
back   and
     forth so        effortlessly
words said so               clearly, taken
back           so quickly.
back to     pretending
that        
it's        not         hard
to read      between the lines
if           you       just           try
                          hard enough.
back to what I said before--
this
                  is
all
           there
is-- empty           spaces,  
meaningless
words.

Sitting in an empty room
Of an empty house
Feels more like walking into a mirror

felt strong and weak
like a paradoxical spirit
walking between the lines of
yes i do and no i don't

felt like a skyscraper
among all the other concrete mountains
blending in, sticking out
windows open, blinds shut
walls untouched by rain, but
the water still falls in through the gaping frames
and onto the floor
seeping into the surface in patterns of
yes i do and no i don't

felt like a city among many
like one among thousands
like the only one with my mind cut open
like the only one thinking
real thoughts

my real thoughts
have not yet been made material
are they still real?
yes they are or no they're not

all i'm really looking for
is an answer