That is all it will take, one minute. Your eyes will open all to widely as you realize the sky didn’t just fall, but had been crumbling steadily all along. That what was under your feet were the stagnant remnants of disregarded chances.

It will encompass your whole being, every reason ever allowed. You will sit in this realm of pain in the truest of sense, finally seeing what was there all along. Whether good or bad, never much matters as it is what is lost, within...

Each misguided word tossed out in this what you felt was done to. What might have actually been thought to be deserved. Each clock strike of another hour lost tripping in a head not yours. All those days harboring anger and hate for something there is no control over.

Time will cease, in that lost minute, indeterminately . All will become as clear as the knife you hold yourself hostage with. Which you always seemed to use to carve out more holes in attempt to stuff the pain away, stuff you more away.

You’re dispersed among strikes from the casting eyes, the tongue, that self destructive mask of make it go away please. Living in what is done, over.

Tainted with this impurity of self designed, misinterpreted thinking, that there is normal. That there is one way of thinking that is only correct. Influenced tragically to much by what others think, what others say.

So dismissing that the heart must be left to run free. That logic only confuses issues, especially the ones not ours. The mind dances of trickery. Lets the anguish play far to long for some. Becomes this blindness of the truth in love that is really flowing for others through self staged denial

Did you miss it? Did you throw the good away, keep the bad to close?

We get to here, as there you sit...With the wind sheered dirt dive at your feet, corroding all thinking processes. Amidst an anticoagulant flow of feelings.




Just add the rose to the grave, and say now all those things you wouldn’t, couldn’t to yourself to that love that will never die and mourn, for you...

Just for you.