Palindrome
It’s a lie we live to love and to forgive and forget because there are marks are on our hands where we wrestled with ignorance. There are so many more lies that accompany yours woven in and out like the coarse fabric of his jacket. It’s an obsession we have to need and be needed when we’re all expendable anyway. I’ll die and everyone I know will die and it will be like I was never alive. I was never alive.
That’s how it should be.
Reflections on wall length windows distort the view. Faded into mountaintops and barren fields. Can this be secondary reactions to what was considered a natural action? And all at once it was gone. Velveteen chairs in the brooding room, ripping and stained from wear. Study faces more than books. Trace the veins in your hand; follow the faint blue under the skin, disappearing into flesh, pallid and soft.
This building will collapse with time and I will let it because historical accuracy is killing forward forging. I don’t believe in anything but complacency. We’re all actors and we all sing and dance our parts and tomorrow comes with the same lines and different sets.
End scene.
That’s how it should be.
Reflections on wall length windows distort the view. Faded into mountaintops and barren fields. Can this be secondary reactions to what was considered a natural action? And all at once it was gone. Velveteen chairs in the brooding room, ripping and stained from wear. Study faces more than books. Trace the veins in your hand; follow the faint blue under the skin, disappearing into flesh, pallid and soft.
This building will collapse with time and I will let it because historical accuracy is killing forward forging. I don’t believe in anything but complacency. We’re all actors and we all sing and dance our parts and tomorrow comes with the same lines and different sets.
End scene.