Build Castles in Whispers

Teach me how to breathe
What it means to blink
Will I learn to see
Does everyone always think?
I’m not even sure anymore
And I know I shouldn’t care because that’s what they say
I’m not sure what skin is, or where
And I know I shouldn’t have time for today

The tips of my fingers, feel
Grasp, claw, scratch, gnaw, point, caress, fiddle, undress
I play back reel-to-reel

And just like that…

i cry.

But what is cry and why did they have to die and what is who when where why why why why why

why

I know you can understand because you obviously know but something in me slows and grows cold and I’ll write in prose just so it looks the same- the blame and shame and this pitiful game

…and now I’m drag
                                      ging

                                                    y
                                                      o
                                                        u

                                           d
                                           o
                                           w
                                           n

…and I want to fix it; I do.

Because I am happy, I swear, and I dare to dare.

But not right now. Because now I’m not sure if the chair is holding me, or if it’s just the thought of You.

…this too shall pass. And I’ll see, and you’ll be, and we will be                                                                    e.
                                                                                                                                   e
                                                                                                                                                                   r
                                                                                                   f

And I do Believe.

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