Hidden in night's silver cloak, the shadow of her embrace, I stared into the limbs of my breathgivers–she can't hear she can't hear she can't hear
A hush fell upon me
the whisper wrapping itself around my throat had gone
I have never been myself
I have never owned any of my memories
They belong to another thing now this invisible thing this beast made of stillness
I can't hold them
They haven't felt like mine in a long time
How many layers of scales were laid over my eyes to forget myself?
I have never been myself
But someone used to think I was him. Now I'm nothing. Now I'm what I wanted and I can't remember why I wanted this.
This word I can barely see scraped the breast of my soul wriggles its name into my ears
But I can't remember how to say it
I once heard a tree tell me my name.
Through a song and story so old and earthly
I have never known myself
enough to make me feel like an outsider
Several names have worn my face
Am I all or are they only
Desperate to know
I have never know myself
I left my body behind and with once burning stroke
and another frenzied fit of hate
Severed each one's tether
Just tell me that I will be someone again
Undeserving as I might be, I need to taste that feeling
Namelessness put me far from my passion
Only you have remained among smells of
'Smores around the fire pit just months before I left
But I digress,
Left tangled in the metaphor, I once heard a tree tell me that
Underneath my skin, my body was speaking the same ancient language
Ever-growing chemical love-bond in a network of silence
Just beneath my feet grew
Another ancient love-seeker whose triquetra of purple
Changed my mind about living and
Kept me on the path I had unconsciously set myself on
Enter the love-bond, my soul, and keep us
Tether our hearts to redemption and–LETMESPEAKTOMYSELF
And just as I create, I communicate, connections between things that aren't Proper and aren't supposed to touch
Only I can hold you like this and only I can deny you truth with this set of Pictures– only I can
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