It's prevalent now. This hour awake. The next, we sleep? Like lovers loving, and demons dreaming. Clever twists and turns of reality set in. Forgotten by mortality. Shiver cold, dust grows thin communing with earth and here we are... again. Kissing consciousness... watching life outlive. New friends old, distant lovers forgotten. Through facets of time swept away, beneath the rug in cryptic corners of backward minds. Fearing change changing... these pieces of me into pieces of you. Running from them, from ourselves. Exposed. In search of nothing but everything? Screaming. naked universe, reaching vast elements of great minds. Free! Freedom fleeing... flag unwaving. And the child? He cries. But he sleeps in morning; mourning youth's wisdom spilling, innocence with disregard. Poisoned toungues forgot... to listen.
Reason for writing:
A friend's husband commited suicide due to a drug addiction he felt defeated by, and well, these words just came to mind. Just a few moments of musing I suppose.
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