(no subject)

[neverguessed]

I can stay positive as long as I keep moving
the warmth of energy transfer
covers me with a protective blanket
that no one will laugh at
or ask if I'm too old for

the problem starts
when I slow down.

and the suffocating stench
of my reality (him)
penetrates
my strong hold (her)

I am dismembered.

Until space opens up again
or is overcome by a more peaceful type of night
and the next boat comes into port
something nice and busy for me to sneak out on
I can play all of the roles
try on all their hats.
they can't see me

behind my invisible force field