Elucidating Questions

Nothing quite compares

Compares to the ice cold awakening from a long psychosis

Nothing quite resembles

The writing on the wall

You wonder if you leave it there

It’s proof

It’s proof

Proof of what?

You wonder looking back.

Well at least they’re all famous people

Or dead or what have you

A strange sort of lingering

The echoes of being in the echo

I could have been gone

Lost in the echo

If not for some happy accidents

We’ll call them happy

If not merely a sort of joke in themselves

I’ll delve if I so wish into dreams of dazzling

Gods and Goddesses

Stars and Planets

Non

What is the word

Nonjudgmental things

Save the wreckage it’s proof

Proof of something

Proof of

How many times do I have to tell myself to get the fuck back up before I hear it?

For once

For twice

All the feelings were so real when it’s real again you go searching

Down rabbit holes

Drenched in colours and ink

But what does it mean besides the dream

Of an unhappy nothing

One for the light

Two for the grave

In what sight given

Was anything made?

I can’t understand or even begin to explain myself

Of course I don’t have to

They’re all not actually people

They’re just pictures on a page

They’re only people if they see you back

It wonders

But what does it know?