“It’s a part of a huge project I’m working on
I do not speak about Truth,
I do not speak about Art,
They both exist and don’t exist.
Like ash in wind
black and white blend into a smooth grey.
Here, even the slightest slit of light obstructs my belief in a world where I can walk,
and still know the way.”
I’ve been carrying you
like a nail in my pocket
How is your mind now? Is it breathing?
“Listen hard, and the answer will come.”
Your words are mirrors to your naked soul
we all read them differently.
It’s just, I can barely keep my eyes open,
too lost in thought to hear each other.
Remember: my footsteps;
Write them down.
They lead to conversations where the point is being strangled,
“I could barely remember my name.”
it’s a part of a project I’m working on.
I’m learning to mimic the romantic things when I sleep
Embrace them, try to.
It’s easy enough to say when we’re all trying to search for the same thing.
It’s like fiction,
without it, could the past even exist?
“How is your mind, now?
Is it breathing?”
*coconspirator: amy ebersole