Streaming
My mind is restless
both focused and not
at the same time;
quiet and still
yet I remain
worried and discouraged.
My ears imagine on their own
hearing noises and voices,
knowing that they’ll never occur.
My eyes catch glimpses
of shadows and of light,
knowing that nothing is there.
My arms long to hold you
knowing that they won’t,
preferring disappointment.
My heart aches
creating a you to admire
building a pedestal,
then watching it collapse.
That which is not felt
is more appealing.
That which is not heard
which is not seen
which is not experienced,
is more interesting.
The known is unfulfilling
it brings no satisfaction
no truth.
I want to imagine,
I want to be
just outside of your reality,
I don’t want to be involved.
It’s all illusion,
and all so empty.
Waiting for something
that does not occur;
trying to reach something
that cannot be grasped.
My mind is restless
both focused and not
at the same time;
quiet and still
yet I remain
worried and discouraged.