the streets are full of hours the hours filled with a labyrinth song our faces risk a strange engulfing we are so benevolent with lying to ourselves my love has a dervish spin, my mind is on a nightwatch down the rabbit hole so loud the world its disparate pulses, unbearable conundrums
we should learn more from tears what if my love is the worm inside the apple what if your love is oblivious like an empty womb
all I have is this feeling like a spine. of course certainty is not in fact possible especially on untouched lips
It would be when the air would feel like silk or like the hues were almost brighter. It was when the hills felt lower and the low felt lighter. In the speckles of day when I would sing to the tune of another’s brass, Somehow my daydreams would still hold a conversation with you. You’d saunter in with kindness and class; The kind of attitude that sometimes I wish I had. Your tone and diction were hard to imagine, They lacked the luster and the passion. They were all the corridors to every phrase. They were all the oddities I wanted to praise. I can feel the wax melt from my wings with just the thought of knowing you in abundance. You are a Sun to my sand with a depth I should never learn. You’re a distance that feels relaxed and at a level I could never convince. At your hand would I bloom into my hyacinth petals or would my roots begin to rot? Would I compliment your warmth by offering a place to rest or would my minerals begin to harden into a glass for my next cathedral? It’s necessity the keeps the unknown locked in a mental maze that which I have mending to wrought. Still, my stargazing will end when I fall. Those feathers left to remind me of how little about you I’ve ever actually known; And yet how bittersweet to imagine having ever flown.
Dreams of an Icarus, yet I don’t know which of us he is.
she is lost but she does not crave to be found. her world went quiet but she accepted it cause in some sick and destructive way it brought her peace and she felt safe in her own madness. And although her days are full of tears and anguish... she cant picture herself ever getting out of this labyrinth of suffering she trapped herself in. this is her silent punishment.
in the blink of an eye, you kept decaying. lost in space, and no one can help you. everything in front has morphed like free desert sand, with some praying to stay as sandcastles because of a gust that only prides of insignificance, and is clever. but they deemed it puny, and we dealt with their mistakes.
so we had to run to a labyrinth of terrifying ends. you had no choice but to move further, away - alone but to move was to be tickled by the dust devil, and to stay was to mope in killing silence. you leapt into both worlds in shifts - to suffice yourself, even while stuck in the labyrinth.
every day was a mobius strip, and it stretched into months of moving, of staying, and of waiting until you discovered a sandcastle on one end. it had veins of wear, but you tried to keep it *****. lost in time, but you can help you. and in the blink of an eye, you kept living.
overthinking is like always being in a labyrinth there are hundreds of ways but only one is going to be the right one nevertheless you have to go through them all. finally you found the right one it's a positive or negative outcome; a mix of all the other ways; and you kinda knew it from the start. the next labyrinth is yet to come.