Elucidating Questions

Don’t say that

Don’t say you’re sicker than most

Not when I’m standing here

Not when I’m sicker than anyone I’ve met

Don’t tell me you’re so sick when I look at the spectrum

All those colours in the dark where I should be too

At least we’d be together forever more

Where was anyone when I fell and couldn’t get up?

Besides trapped on the other side of the screen?

I didn’t get up I didn’t get up I learned to crawl

No one noticed at all

So who am I to judge?

I’m just more sick than anyone knows

Because it all just stays

Right here in my head

Look at the stars in twos

Look at them in twos

It’s not hard to do

In twos and then

Stare far between them

Do not look at the sky

Stare into space

You still see something you rarely noticed

In twos

If you have trouble start with Gemini

Start with Pollux and Castor

It’s between them and then two more and then two more

And when you can see them in twos and nothing more

Every star with a star

No matter how far they are they are in twos

And stare in to space

Just

Look at it

You may notice a star blink

Is it a piece of space between us and it

Or a change in the star?

Years ago

Oh

We’re in space

The stars go

In twos

Torn straight down the middle by your say and do attitude

How in the hell do you say that do this?

How in the hell?

And once I would have been overflowing with feelings dripping down like acrid citric water colours

Once upon a time

You were everything

Now you’re anything than what I have

Merely a comparison in my life

This is this

Unlike him

I love you.

Fuck you.

I do know what I’m missing

The love song Chester never sang

And we think he’s alive

But it makes us wonder why

If he truly is beside me

When did these lines start existing in this song?

He says we’re fighting

He says stop doing the fucking drugs

He screams

Is it kinda like a love song?

Or kinda like a concerned friend who actually cares?

Is it Chester or a wayward spirit who feels bad and hasn’t looked at me in a week?

Do we still feel love for eachother when you’re yelling at me?

How many excuses can you come up with?

Fingers in hair that grows and changes despite the flies making us wonder why

Gripping

Groaning

Roaring like a lion

I’m powerless!

He says like it’s an ironic knife settled between the third and fourth

Pages of his life when he wrote the wrong words

And an ironic afterlife

If any of it rings true

But I’m radioactive radioactive

And I’m not listening to you

Sometimes I wake up in the moment

I look around and I think

How foreign this all is

How strange

Moon rising

I’m flying

From one place to the next

And suddenly the world around me is so new in a confusing way

The green seems wrong

The sky seems dark

Yes the sky seems dark but the spark is small

And alone

And as a great dragon swoops from the sky above

I think

How magnificent these clouds

That’s not the way they are back home

Wondering

Waiting

To learn where home is

I was wrong

I can admit that

Can you?

Irrelevant.

The disappointing white petals gave way

To pink

Pinker than pink

They would be purple if not for the white

They are pink

They give off the feeling of cherry

And the petals sink as a river into the streets

Beautiful pink

Delicate pink

They fly in the wind

Creating scenes merely by being that humans painstakingly recreate

Effortlessly

They paint the late spring

As early spring