melancholy
I wish
I could everlast the long darkness of three Ay eM.
Believe that I am blind to the curvature of one's spine directly against mine
Hands that become crossed, fingers crooked, legs folded unto one another and a pause... Wait for breath... And, fluid heartbeat recedes slowly to normal. Asleep.
Long division brings you back towards zero, and that, well, that's just how the world works itself out.
Pleased, red, blue, white, all colors of a blind eye
A blight that leaves one suppressed
Into a shy quiet.
Into an awkward silence.
I wish my armor weren't so chinked and rusted.
Or perhaps it just ain't so, little Joey.
And that, well, that's just how I fight against the fury of the tide.
