can it be that
what i know
or what i lack
in knowing
contributes to
the fallacy
of an indecisive
nature one of
which parallels
the other
because what i
do know doesn’t
mean i absolutely
know
there is no sound
nature or behavior
thoughts contrast
with what we felt
we knew but didn’t
and what we knew
was no indication
of having ever
really known
what is true
these days
anyways
do the granulations of bread
ever consider themselves
lucky enough to be something
so fulfilling,
undergoing transformations
into the substance
that gives rise to the nutrition
from the whole,
crystallizing from originality
into functionality in order to
sate the appetite of others?
three hundred and
sixty five days later.
i wasn’t all that
familiar with you
but that sinking
feeling still hits
me,
i remember
sitting in the pew
looking upon you
stain glass windows
illuminating colors
hints of
blues and purples,
colors that remind me
of how sudden
and how soon
you passed.
three hundred and
sixty five days later
and the feeling is
still the same.
i saved the
pine needle that
was stuck in my
hair from that night
and i don’t remember
it often
until i do and
that’s when I
don’t just think of it
as just a pine needle
but as a reminder of
one of the last
memories I have
of ever feeling
euphoric
the substantiality
in what I write
lacks the finesse
of what I wish to portray
but I keep writing anyway
goosebumps
dancing, pale flesh erect, respond with sudden rapid movement slowly gaining warmth in withstanding other extremes
are teeth shivering, goosebumps raising.
inevitable change.
the pulling apart
the falling out
nothing the same,
i’m only sorry for what
it’s not.
vile creature
crawling
attempting
to find resources
in areas unwanted
how reminiscent to life
i set out
on carved
pathways,
unfamiliar to
rocky gravel.
i wish i
had a sense
of adventure
to trust myself
on rough terrain.
i’m prone to
falling in unknown
territory
so i’ll remain on
this path
that i have no wish
to explore.
my confidence
wavers
day by day
as I continue
to not know how
to feel anymore
about the state
at which I am
(,)
living.
symbiotic relationships
there is one
of three ways
in which you live
parasitically.
you benefit
at the expense of
another
mutually.
you, along with
everyone else,
benefits
commensally.
only you benefit
with no harm
to other persons
life is.
