Archive for November, 2011

I jump from here, I dive, head first, heart strong into the abyss that lay within; the walls are thick, they never shatter, but they constantly mimic the effect. The break always shallow enough to be painful, but never hard enough to break me. The effort is exhausting, the fall and the climb, my eyes are heavy with fluid pressure, with the strain for clarity. I swell from the strain, the thoughts pulsating through me, coursing through my veins, feeding my addiction. I am isolated in my fears, but in common in my pain. The disappointment factor keeps you at bay, keeps me away. The ocean heaves as it fills, the flood gates are tested and the levels recede. The division in discourse is the division in myself. I read between lines that do not exist, I hear things that are not said, and I see things that are not meant for me to see, in the light, the jaded light of self pity and doubt, the jaded light of remorse and pain. I see the distortion and I see the distortion being distorted in the iris of my brain. I reach to fill the void and find the conclusion, the resolution that I think I need, or that I think I want. To realize that I want not to want that which I need, the realization that I am not so strong, despite the means by which I mend I remain delicate. To your touch, to my tears, to the laughter of us all, to the tiny cold hands wrapped in my own, I break now in the softness, delicate.