Will We Meet?

They’re amateurs with no knowledge. Not knowing where to stand… how to stand…how much weight to lay their hand into their deepest pocket. Where do they look, can they even see what is not in front of them? Not in front of anyone. What would the password be for the blinded picture to be etched in, to be memorized. A special word that doesn’t even exist.  Will they ever obtain, the escape of escape. They hold the door open to be kind for their passer byer. How thoughtful or was it selfishness? Watching their stride. Watch the weight of their feet muffled or clicking, clacking, clicking c…c…cl…l…cl. Is the silenced stuttering? They can’t figure it out. It sucks to be deaf. Snapped by a finger. Such a big snap but ignored. It’s not on purpose for it being ignorant. What is up with offending someone who is blissfully ignorant? Falling upon an answer is when we have escaped within no return.

 

I have it!

I’m obsessed with how you make me feel. Hope keeps me strong and then it brings me down for what I should already have. I can feel it hard core. I feel it. Feel the energy cupped inside the cusp of my neck and shoulder, it goes right through me. When I go to speak it would all seem like a lie fallen on someone’s ears if I told them, that I already have it, but I do. I do have it. I just can’t show you. It’s hard for me to show you how it feels. Can’t show someone a feeling. If there was a way I can put my hand on you and let it radiate through my arm and into my hand finally enter you, you will then believe me. Believe. I already have.

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