like resident evil; i fear it yet i seek it out
i don't have a face to put it to. just dry lips that hug my tongue when there's something to say, but i don't want to say it.
none of this can matter because if it did. well then i'd be so much sadder. so much sadder than i've ever been.
hearts keep time, but won't chime like clocks to remind us how much has passed. lives count. upward until. at some point the odometer turns over. goes back to nil. and even though you know you have. travelled all that distance. you've no way to prove. have to start all over again.
at zero.
i don't have a memory to stamp it with. all those moments evaporate like so much rain. what once was saturated in now is dry as any desert.
and i don't know why you had to pluck those leaves from. what the purpose could've been. and i don't know why i let you. of all the branches a life will collect. the one you occupied was always the weakest.
it's gone now, but i still remember how. it would bend under your weight. and those leaves would rustle against your breathing.
how the colors turned so suddenly. and everything was barren.
i guess it doesn't matter how it began or how it ended. only what happened in the meanwhile. if only something had.
[hide the scars]
none of this can matter because if it did. well then i'd be so much sadder. so much sadder than i've ever been.
hearts keep time, but won't chime like clocks to remind us how much has passed. lives count. upward until. at some point the odometer turns over. goes back to nil. and even though you know you have. travelled all that distance. you've no way to prove. have to start all over again.
at zero.
i don't have a memory to stamp it with. all those moments evaporate like so much rain. what once was saturated in now is dry as any desert.
and i don't know why you had to pluck those leaves from. what the purpose could've been. and i don't know why i let you. of all the branches a life will collect. the one you occupied was always the weakest.
it's gone now, but i still remember how. it would bend under your weight. and those leaves would rustle against your breathing.
how the colors turned so suddenly. and everything was barren.
i guess it doesn't matter how it began or how it ended. only what happened in the meanwhile. if only something had.
[hide the scars]