the cube that stands inside of me– spins, in the air with a dark deep water blue, it can’t be touched unless I stop it; not even by you.
when everything falls in place
people, words, memories…
and the thoughts that usually squirm inside out of everyone’s heads
cease to be, at that point,
right then! the idea of what we could become
dies with the human that is we.
it was supposed to be Summer
but it couldn’t be.
lights flickering far away somewhere were not lights
howls were fake cries at the carefree distant moon
bats were pretending to dance, going in circles
screeching as they flew,
and droplets of rain came out to play.
Shepherd’s son, knows nothing.
Yes, I do know you, and I am the same.
The only thing separating us too,
are the drugs we inject in our veins.
Life is easy.
It was, at least.
My friend described the way he buried him under the moonlight; A white dog, buried under the bright– full moon light; He cried.
Nah, they won’t come.