I found myself
Losing myself
In you again.
I loathed the way that
I loved the way
You were my beginning
And my end.
Wednesday, 15 October 2014
Friday, 3 October 2014
I fell in love with you in fall.
To say I fell, is not correct.
There’s an unintentional, accidental sense to falling.
I flew.
I took steps backwards, before I leapt
Down the void of the bottomless pit.
Like a leaf,
Breaking free from what made it.
What gave existence, meaningless,
Unstirring,
Existence.
To exist like so,
Is to cease to exist at all.
And when I freed myself,
After a season of transformation,
I twirled, I danced,
I flew.
I leapt.
I jumped.
I stumbled.
I fell.
To death.
I left what made me,
I ceased to exist
I lied, limp along with the others.
“I love the sound of leaves crunching under my feet.”
I fell in love with you in Fall.
There’s an unintentional, accidental sense to falling.
I flew.
I took steps backwards, before I leapt
Down the void of the bottomless pit.
Like a leaf,
Breaking free from what made it.
What gave existence, meaningless,
Unstirring,
Existence.
To exist like so,
Is to cease to exist at all.
And when I freed myself,
After a season of transformation,
I twirled, I danced,
I flew.
I leapt.
I jumped.
I stumbled.
I fell.
To death.
I left what made me,
I ceased to exist
I lied, limp along with the others.
“I love the sound of leaves crunching under my feet.”
I fell in love with you in Fall.
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