Poetry

[Alex Zachary]

This is something that i wrote a long time ago, when i felt at a loss.

We were just beginning

I’m so afraid that what I might suggest will mean the end of you , whenever I seek confrontation, I hunt and I tremble ,I ‘m so willing to live a revelation just to reach some means, meaning consuming your self-rendered titles and false projections.

I do not wish it to be so , but this is how we live, this is who we are , starving for affection , at every corner reaching for a reflection, a warm remember for those that were left behind and a sincere welcome for those that go ahead in the momentum,

Of this little walk that goes such a long way, maybe hand-in-hand never meant more than this and that , no more than now and then, maybe, when there’s something to revel in, we bring new openings to our weaknesses and trust the idea of “You” and the joke of “I”

“You and I ” is just one of the many fine examples of how comedy becomes tragedy , slowly falling down from that heaven of lies into that pit of suffocating truths, and “I” don’t know if “You” and your desperate needs are willing to give me my wings back.

And I don’t want to bring you down, but all your questions make me a little curious of how you would look from up close, so innocent and willing to choke on my many answers. See, I possess what you need , it’s buried deep , that light that still burns when all others fade.

Just sleep this night around, help me face the morning, I’ll just be patient and calm , maybe I’ll have your answers if I truly wake up this time around , just lay here one night , just one full cycle of rest for our bodies and our minds.

Go ahead and dream , grab onto my soul and I’ll rise up , send us straight up high, where all the planets collide and where the universe dies, lift me there back again, because this time around it’s my turn to begin.