Elucidating Questions

The water colour skies in the waterfalls of the atmosphere.

Following your dreams is greed if you think of it hard enough,

If you think hard enough every action is negative regardless.

Someone will always dislike it.

The sweeping brushstrokes that create the greys blue and purples

A mountain range where it rains, or if it’s cold still the snow.

The cold of the elevation of being too hard, setting the self impossible bars.

Thinking of every action that can be remembered, but then removed as the comb of an old face looks over it

I was just a child, I whisper to the silence,

Trying to justify the actions of the past.

Knocking in threes, clipping of paths and crumbling of trees.

My soul and spirit may be yours, but the body is mine,

The chemicals that stream through the body creating too much heat to ignore

Is this what it felt like? Or is it the opposite,

After all the memories of the box often fade quickly,

But friends and support existed then.

Now there is no home to go home to at the end,

The urge to wander, to sleep outside

Rather than face a room rather than face the silence of another lonely night

A day that works but doesn’t have feeling.

Ah, but of course, a wish for the new ones,

I hope this real story has a happy ending for them.

And that the setting sun whose yellow lights and shadowed hills rolling away into the distance, the grip of the clouds,

Has been seeing some people whose happy endings exist.

I don’t know anything about it.

I’ve haven’t experienced it myself. Nor should I have expected it,

But there are others who will.

The pressure of them on my shoulders,

As I scrape by daily, on the bottom.