Falling paper pieces

When it happens the first time, it soars
but it’s happened before
this feeling of synchrony
as we smiled and rode on by
but this time it was a bit different
making it a first time, again
it was the calmness
the quietness
the substance
that leaves you guessing
as we split paths
and think about each other for days
it’s like a white dove that’s set free;
it soars into the white clouds
when you wake up; it’s in a white dream
it’s like that when I look at the white skies
and feel the soft white falling paper pieces
rest on my summer skin;
remnants of you
will I ever find you again?
No
… yes

Where you are

You’re calling for me
In this corner of the cell where there’s nothing
But walls
You’re in my head
You’re wanting my company
I can feel it barely tingle like some current running through a wire in the brain
I stare at the wall when there’s nothing there
But the more I stare, I feel more
Like I’m living fully
And that everything else that I did didn’t matter
What matters is only you
And in me, when I listen, is where you are

 

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Massive will 

It’s push and pull
The world pushes you away, but you have this massive will
Bigger than a series of constellations
That tethers you back
It’s that will
That binds me
It’s thicker than anything imaginable
It’s stronger than any physical bonds
It’s connected to a rope that’s infinitely long
No one can see it
But it makes you run
And come back

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