So here I am again laying in our bed. Wishing you could see me, but you cant ’cause I’m dead. I try to scream, but make no sound. You say goodbye as my tears hit the ground. You never even turn around. I am a ghost that haunts this house. Looking in the mirror, I can’t even see myself. Will today be the day I find my wings & fly away? I’ll be nothing more than a memory. After time I’ll fade away. Wont you please beg me to stay?
Look away Transmission overload; Can’t seem to figure out my mind. I’m feeling home alone in time, Too late to find a bride. I have slept a thousand years; No princesses kiss to change my heart and wake me up.
Modernity. Technology. Racing head long helter-skelter into the future. Like a runaway train speeding out of control. Historic societal norms breaking apart. What to think, what to believe losing resonance. Explosion of information barraging our senses. Overload. Current institutions clueless
I have again become empty by undoing a disturbing thought. Unsexing the sputtering stillness of a Robin. Tender bruises on the pink heart. A bird was flying away. Little tears come down from the swollen river in spate. Pain lingers