basic notes on the subject of__________
include: these long neon nights
they always were so friendly to my
pupils my pulse my heart energy
passing it to others who
carry alot of hurt on their face and backs and arms
and i humbly confess i can feel pain that is not my own
the hated,the loudest one at the table,the isolated man who asks me
what planet i came from and you have nothing to say back but you do get a chance to breathe properly
the lows of waking up
excepting the feeling that he is saying:
she the "naive"
- to what?
what feelings feel like
within one week
never let me go
then there is
the eek of an ocean
wasn't killing anything
not even the fire-
THE fire that let us down,the fire that promised us the universe, leaving us
addicted to the high of something bright like a north star that would bring us to read or leave a country for good.
(months go by.)
the eek was lying
the fire looked almost anemic
i look pale
you are silent
both(separately) are just looking at the moon
because you are starved
for communication with
and nightly we both just ask it:
"why aren't we even breathing?"
(my final thoughts of this 2yr time frame is...)
When the quiet or even the chaos drives you mad
remember that you are sound and the word mad is a curse word.
So yes,neon nights and the want of the ocean felt like love
What you feel is not always reality and what you fear you will end up serving.
(and the very idea of slavery should make you sick if not you are most likely,literally.....sick.)
i have written a thousand love letters that were actually feeling letters
and now i know the difference.
if you stay in the dark all of your life you will never learn to see properly.
turn on the lights,i promise you,THEN you will feel free.
don't be a slave to your own mind and don't be afraid of your weak memory.