I try and try to hold, to no prevail as my labial frustration spews and echoes through halls with paper thin walls separating us from the stares, I don’t care... I DON’T CARE
Puzzled beyond words... my hands grasp at the air
My feet stagger haphazardly behind them at a loss for a landing or ledge
What do you want from me??
I’ve made it a bad habit of chasing fleeting projections of my dreams...
after images, that do not fit the
puzzle you call reality...
Can I refuse it?
I’m fighting to hold to the plans I made on the very first day, and— and I CANNOT COMPREHEND why we can’t simply be??
What I thought we could be???
or... could it still be... ?
Why can’t we be together— stay together?
Can’t we both take a second to yield and concede?
because in this moment
I— I can feel my heart bleed, somehow, while it pumps with a forte that wasn’t there before
reverberations of my trivial exasperation and frustration rise from gastric pits—
My mind, a battered and bloodied contortionist,