I wonder where you are, I do
if you’re at your desk looking out the window
sighing, longing to be outside
taking a walk before the sunset
staying out before the sunrise
Are you still wavering like metronomes
uncomfortable with the pace of life
travel bug ahold of you
taking you away from established rhythms
forcing you to press reset every day
Maybe you aren’t and I wish you were
because that would make you more like me
selfishly, I hope
that you weren’t as solid as you’ve become
leaving me in the dust, reaching for air
You’re more than just a montage
more than an additional reflection I see
when I look into tranquil waters
and hope to see you there with me—
your hand the cause of the ripple
Is it possible to make me sick to my stomach
delightfully
give me the worst headache
welcomed
glue me so I’m stuck, so focused that I’m yawning
Please help me hate you, despise you, untaste you
because my health depends on it
my future depends on it
my hope depends on it
I could never do it—impossible
Dreams should not be manifested so realistically
grain could not have been more brown
spots in the film could not have been more red
credits should not have been so clear
beginning, middle, end should not have been so harsh
and smoky like the cigarette you kept on burning
Every day the question is:
where do i go from here?
you have already answered for yourself
because reality is within your grasp
dreams…you…
What’s the difference?