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Looking from the other side of the mirror,
Seeing through dirty glasses,
There is something not real about this moment
Like looking at a reflection of a reflection of a reflection….
Something just undefinable,
A gap between my here,
And their here.
My now,
And their now.
So fine as to be invisible but so wide
That one is unaware of the other.
I’m existing in their ...
Friday 30th October 2020 11:36 am
A Part
My bed is still warm
When the next body rolls in
But I'm not
I'm numb
Until,
Your body
- Or his -
- Or hers -
Envelopes mine
And I can breathe
Because
I am consumed
I am part of you,
Of someone that lives
That moves
That loves
I am
I was
I will be
Because I'm not apart
Just a part
Of something
Monday 16th December 2019 3:11 pm
Aimlessly.
If his mind was always in a daydream,
In his eyes - the awakening of a new fear,
And his feet - with no direction to turn.
How do his eyes see anything -
But his darkening soul within?
How do his hands reach out,
With nothing to grasp?
It's a lonely road,
For a soul without purpose.
And it's about to crumble,
Under weightless pressure.
Thursday 30th June 2016 8:36 am
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