lost feelings

Too spun to know the sound of pain
But the notes are there
Everyone's feelings are different
Time is medicine
Among other clichés
But feelings should be humbled
and time is an hourglass
stretching across the desert
An eternity to heal
An eternity to forget
Needles to the skin
Lonely painted rooms
Yearning for attention
The house, an empty cardboard box
What alone really means
A golden shrine to kneel in front of
A stone to plant flowers
Bringing about memories
A slap on the face
Black and white movies
Tears
Humming an unknown tune
The taste of salt lingers
Presence no longer with us
I searched for traces of her existence
The voice
Gentle hands
I found her hoard of papers
Among them,
One I wrote
About how I cannot connect with family
stomach voided
wanting to connect with you
Chest tightens
I just didn't know how
And here it goes again

I must apologize

for the post below this one.
It should be deleted forever.
I reread it then felt stupid and embarrassed.
I wont, though.
An apology is enough.

imeds

i can't see
i can't see

take a sip

relief

i can see
you
me
everything

Does this not occur to almost everyone?

   

 

past disgusted

reading the past
it doesn't last
scary at first
realizing why I burst
becoming aware
of different times
can't look back
progressing
migration looming
future brightly hazy

stagnation

what can I say

that can make thoughts go away

but they wont really

not even close

but that's all I want the most

I just want to be close

but it diminishes

can't please everyone.

conclusion

still,

things are in a 

stagnant time.