cracked egg shells lay next to a cigarette butt and
i wonder what grass should i crawl under to find
this kind of love.
a mutual truth does not exists,
only beneath a radiance- it requires concrete.
a fueling.
it requires muddled purity in form- a breeze.
i search
for you.
the dried leaf crumbling beneath a foot, bottle caps
and solder fly larva, we are all misplaced.
this is a mutual truth-
this share “lostness”
we are one and we are two. they walk in circles.
half shade half light, direct and indirect.
running in circles.
pushing empty strollers and lounging in love,
i watch it all go by.
this is the world afterall is it not?
we listen and we live and we look away.
i see myself bleeding and growing- but i do not see you.
they say peace will begin but i am friend to chaos.
i am seperate.
unbeautiful.
i am not real
i am a thought.
look away- we are not one.