Where would the world be?
Without you?
Without time and space, dimensionality.
Forever lost, forever wandering through an empty house.
One with old wooden walls and sticky plastered ceilings.
A constant draft swimming between the baseboards.
Just to keep you restless at night, reaching for that old chenille blanket at your side.
You'll discover love isn't something you find here.
You earn it.
Through all of the work and division.
All of the terribly creative evenings,
when you find yourself dreaming with your eyes open.
And everything else around you seems to drift away.
A new reality, much more preferable than the last.
That's where you'll want to be.
Free from yourself, and from everyone else.
Relationships couldn't be distant enough.
Because the truth is all you'll need.
It's all you'll see as well.
And how eradicating that will feel.
YOU ARE READING
Silverfish
詩歌A compilation of written thoughts, poems, and short stories composed by myself
