The Great Wide-Eyes Act
It gets late in slow movements, a fidget in my seat before i plummet
The hole is wide and deep, i can tell by the lights on the street,
But I'm feathered and light, almost iron pressed, from pounds of flesh,
I removed for the look of them, a little grey or black, now I fall slower and wish they were back,
I forget to open my eyes, to watch things and make sure they survive,
And I'm on the other side of this goodbye, I stitch it together like it wont just die,
if it was just my head, I could imagine it back again.
He looks a little like a drain, he manifests as objects but his presence is faint,
What he told me i already knew, their chains are sturdy but few,
And now that you're on my side of that goodbye,
it's just way too easy to lie.
Only in my dream state, can i possibly replicate.
Bk
I'm well, the new treatment is working, i think for good. So i think obviously I'm going to go more places. I know i haven't really talked about my sickness besides poems, but i didn't have words besides that I guess. I miss everyone. And I think because one goes with the other, now that sick is no more, there's not a lot of room anymore for sad. And Life is good. I don't write a lot these days, but that's okay... I'm painting, studying, running, going outside!!!! god it feels good to not be sick anymore, wellness is something that really needs to be appreciated. I feel free. I'm not really online anymore for the most part, I'm back home with my family and I've never been happier in my life. school is going to go great for me i think. God so much has happened. I'll check back in every once in a while, but nothing lasts forever, even this lovely time capsule will fade away. If you want to stay in touch I would love that, id love to get messages on here. And I have no more social media but this. I'm going to disappear, to follow something else, because there is a code that i hear, i think its from the trees but it could be the air, i call it life, and that's where I'm going.
much love,
--H.J. Britton also known under the pen name E. Weathers