wrote this a couple months ago..

[lyssten_to_this]

oh, speckled flickering mirage of pristine semblance
you know i am weak to such visages
such vistas and prospects
your nimble fingers, keen to the threads in my soul
pluck gently, my heart is so weary
pluck lightly, i have no capacity for this force

in corners where your ambiance has not shone
i reach out
silence, so stifling and cumbersome, is a mask i cannot endure
i reach out
this purity of existence is beyond my soiled hands
i reach out
these reverberations and subtle vibrations move me
and I continue to fall

and, i feel better now. still really tired, but at least my brain is functioning again.