I walked the seas and swam the deserts searching for words. I have nothing left to say.
Collapsing against my skin; waves turn into droughts that spill into my mind like water used to grow roses once dead. Droughts I cannot comprehend.
Leaving my soul wishing for a love heavy on its shoulders: a love that stains my sheets with shreds of memories running down my cheeks. Stains I cannot fathom.
The slightest touch throws me into a pool of agony and desire.
Looking for a savior in the space above me; “have I gotten familiar with the faded sky or has it gotten accustomed to me?” Stars I cannot grasp, even with my weight resting on my toes.
I call out to a name without a face. Hello, god. Where are you? You’re hiding behind your throne, watching your children die, aren’t you? A god I cannot follow.
Into this wilderness, behind me lays a child with yellow heels and a white dress on. She’s happy. Deeper down the woods, I lose my sense of sense. I want to be happy too. A nature I cannot untangle.
Thoughts are woven into my nerves, running through my tongue to shock you with its silence. “The best of you is just a part of the worst of me.” I cannot say I love you. I cannot risk losing.
I’m giving meaning to words that don’t belong together to tell stories stolen from my dreams. Dreams too big to be held in paper.