Go After It, or Go With It?

There is something incredibly honest about trees in winter. They’re experts at letting things go. My eyes have not seen pleasure since your eyes, and I've got a ringing in my head from when you broke my chest.

My days are spent staring at the bandages, because that's where the light enters. If you're still bleeding, you're the lucky one. Give your heart back to itself. To the stranger who has loved you all along, and you ignored for another.

 

Kerouac Says Accept Loss Forever

Follow your fingertips along a chain link fence until they get numb. You're locked inside your own heart shaped box... while I'm losing thought.

Your shirt was candy caned lines in red and white against clashing patterns, bending in and out of my understanding.  I was the rope that broke when you were mid-air, swinging.

It's like a long walk down a dark alley with you and me. Roman candle hearts lighting the way.  The only difference between a vision and a hallucination is the person offering the diagnosis. That's how I feel about us. Either way, at one point your eyes caught a glimpse of what we really are.

Look at us from far away. Third in line from the sun. As if the earth is waiting for its chance to get close and burn up the sky. We're all sitting on a star that never could.