Jul 23, 2017 · 1 min read

Fragmented Thoughts:
LIMBO
Neither here nor there.
Neither with you nor with me.
Not speaking at all, not saying enough.
SILENCE
Deafening to the ears
Quiet to the heart.
Shouting aloud in disallowed poetry.
NOISE
Of my imperfections.
Of past errors and frightening apprehensions.
I am no David against these Goliaths.
For I search frantically in my side pouch.
And find no stones.
FRAGMENTS
But fragments of memories I find.
Reminders of humanoid perfection scattered all around. I reach deeper, find broken pens, ink-covered booklets. Broken dreams. Scary possibilities.
LIFE
Me with you.
Or me with nothing.
Your hand in mine,
Or my hand with nothing.
Our paths aligned,
Or I swear it's a scary, lonely one ahead.
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