She tells me we wouldn't have known any better if we had stayed our hearts would have known nothing greater imaginations longed for nothing more and aspirations happily contained within the boundaries of our existence ocean and the mountains two hours in either direction we could have never left yet now my bones ache with a secret sense and I feel at home in my older skin only after tasting the freedom of the unknown
My limbs form Jacob’s ladder The first rungs seam to fold and bend I wish they could fix me with silk ribbons Life is stacked They can’t all be wrong I would fall Another notch Wring and worn out
hello ebb mystic waves with a rhythmic crash off sandy shore spring forth bubble and oxygen orbs foam and burst gurgle up toward the crest little silver sliver spoon in mouth maybe this will tip the scale a numbness captivation from sensory deprivation hum bliss barely on board I am here
its a heaviness like muscles tight after sixty minutes of cardio inside my lungs removed from the heart pounding but empty in an cavernous space large enough to echo through the void the accelerating thud that holds me in its claws clenching then releasing me into nothing I am pieces my soul longs for an occupant and beams like a neon sign that flickers "vacant"