Elucidating Questions

I want to lie on your lap like a cat

But what does that mean to you?

Nothing at all.

Nothing.

So what happens to the thoughts then?

The feelings?

Do they float fall to the earth like a feather?

Telltale signs of

To the ground where they sit untouched

Imagining it causes more discomfort than its worth

Dancing away from thoughts like

Fire that burns too damn hot

The sun is right there

Always that’s how

Always for you and me but not forever.

I wonder if the sun greets the sun’s we placed for him

Mourning doves cry

Couldn’t I?

Why do you whisper in such ways

I wonder where I could go or what I could do besides what already has been

Repeating repeating

I wish I could fight to see another day

I suppose I am

I suppose

I can never tell where I’m going when I get there

I can’t tell where one road stops and another begins

Or maybe Assassin’s Creed

This is the problem with secret melodies

They aren’t so secret

Every human who knows A-G

Knows somewhere in their soul the very melody you concocted.

So it can’t be secret

Unless it’s a secret that every body knows

Is it that?

Misknown sensation

There is a blanket on my lap

It feels like two hands on my thighs

I look at the blanket

Try to remind it

You’re a blanket

I tell it

I look at myself

It’s a blanket

I tell myself

A pain grows in my foot in reply

I move knowing it’s a blanket there is a head on my knee

And a hand on my thigh

As if a person is my blanket

You’re a blanket

I remind the blanket and myself

It still feels so

Kind heart

Delicate fingers

Except I have sausage fingers that just break a lot

And a heart that just breaks a lot

You don’t hear them whispering through the trees

But then again it’s not something you can see

Trying to escape the worst of me

Cover all the mirrors, and never see myself again

Perhaps for the best

What I can see I don’t like

What I can’t see I don’t like when I can see it

I wish I never had to see it again

My moon is almost full.

Is everyone else’s moon also almost full?

Well I don’t know, because I don’t know the last time they looked at the moon.

They’ll probably notice when she’s full, and that’s about all.

So my moon is almost full

And she rides in a cloudlike state

Unnaturally natural.

We talk of how the life of a

Thing in the universe

Is mostly boring

Save the 76% it’s terrifying

Pelted by things that harm us

Usually as a result of something that harmed some other thing

We see these cores crystallised by the cold that is

This universe

We see so much pain and suffering

And then one day something happens

Usually something terrible

And we cease to exist

We talk about how the face we show isn’t how we feel inside it’s a result of these things we’ve seen

These things that have hurt us

I tell her she has beautiful scars

She tells me

My battery is dying and I should charge my phone.

Or she has nothing to say, and the wiring of the day takes over.