i was, i was so sure. and the smoke never speculated much. no pollution of mind or heart or eyes looking towards a crisp reflection.
you think you see the world realistically?
you nurture your cynical truths, unknowingly discoloring the world you walk through. or protect yourself under blankets of mistruths, that your eyes are looking but aren't seeing. you touch his body lying on top of you but aren't feeling. you take in oxygen like its a burden but aren't BREATHING. I watch you as you move, your make up is fresh, not a hair out of place, but your words are hollow and numbing. you have no idea. and you are content, even blissful within your plastic doll house. and if you could empty out the contents of anything close to meaning inside you, I doubt you'd hesitate.
god.
how did we get here?
with every generation stepping foot, our thoughts get thinner and our footing grows weaker. our forefathers stood their feet deep within this earth. and their imprints still map our day time stories.
but tonight, I wonder, we might as well disappear into thin air.
Alarming thought that kinda takes your breath away. And I think a very common question most relationships tend to ask one another - be it friendships, significant each anothers or what have you. Your piece painted such a clear picture and actually evoked those emotions... For me, it was sadness and helplessness.
ReplyDeleteKeep writing! Love it! xo
It's frightening but true. Originality, true vision, scope: all things that are fading quickly. Copies of copies of copies. It's as though we are trying to scratch the surface of a diamond-hard fossil with a pencil-tip; it wouldn't even leave a mark.
ReplyDeleteGreat piece of writing. i love.