Elucidating Questions

I am told I was good, but these days it doesn’t stick. Just another kid, nothing new.

Piano or singing or languages.

Ran away with the youngest now second eldest in hand.

They were fighting, certainly something to do with who was at fault

For causing the fever or the seizures, or whatever they were fighting about then.

They family is worth most, yet I wait still for it to be true.

It was then, as some point, once upon a time I believed my parents loved me

And I was often wrong. But back when we pretended everything was fine.

How many times must I burn?

I don’t remember.

I remember being afraid.

I remember that awful feeling I remember being sickened by things I had never seen that existed inside anyways.

Afraid of the fire, afraid of the vehicles, afraid of everything that wasn’t

Then home.

Taken away for whatever reason, tricked by a cruel old woman.

She’s dead now, as time will.

Three years, school at home and forests to play in and places where it felt like love existed.

Singing outloud never brought anything, singing inside only brings silence.

Didn’t understand, people when they were. Had some friends they all disappear.

At the point.

When there were hands touching and places unseen. No one came to the rescue in the box, and no one ever will.

The memories live playback playback playback.

No.

And it hurts.

And I can’t breathe.

I feel sick.

Total shut down.

Hidden away one year, the sixth.

Met a person who knows, who we haven’t seen. Faded away, cursed his name, tried to pull us back, back to the box.

A good person, surely, who knows these days.

Three

It seemed like friends after we were thrown out the first time for not reaching her bars

Two perhaps, one disappeared.

That’s how they go, slipping away every time.

Every time like the waves on the shore, except the shore is always there.

The first time the place was left, for a place that always called, the stones and the castles and the thousands of years.

Who wants to debate, the sun is the one who sings in the music and screams it loud.

And the ones partying are the ones playing the parts, the melody is in this song too.

Cold.

The thief who tells every secret to get ahead in the game. Thief, the feeling of the secrets being told

A summary of twenty.

The joke is that some of it, but I don’t know what, until it happens.