The words just fall out of me like an accident
Never really giving it a chance to be studied
Just as old forgotten pictures fall off the wall
And leave their outlines to be discovered.
With the passing years, I forget to look for them
Until I reminisce again, pacing the hallways
I remember the dream states that carried me
From one snapshot to the next.
No question about what was done with the time
I always feared my fall the least
Always looking down at my entirety
Only raising my eyes at the sight of you
the only views worth gazing at
were the wistful realms you could create
The only good reads on the shelf
The only moving tunes worth dancing to
The only good to be done,
Belongs to you.
Standing in my footsteps I am lost
Looking around in disarray as
The deepest blue washes them smooth.
Knowing not, with my hands, what to do
I am captured, resonating with the vibrations
Keeping me bound to this mattress
Only to fill it with skin cells and empty thoughts
Steadily leaking whirlpools out of my ears.
I wait for it to cave in bitterly
As if that were the only way to let you go
Freefalling into the desolate frames
I still picture myself in the home of your arms
Bearing it until the day I can muster
To spin a web to catch
Or dream a cloud to float,
Knowing this fall is sure to level me.
Pasting me to the floor with the
Contents of which I held my words
Just behind the pane.
