Space of Error

Searing with confusion. A lush of feelings are veining my hands as I try to grasp my head with a toggle. Whisk backwards and close my eyes coping with the pressure of love. Is it love or the debut I have been subconsciously waiting for. When you are young, the process of learning and the learning process are two different things too big to comprehend yet too obvious to ignore. The miscalculated routes of unexpected situations leave you to the wolves to tackle the prize of the day…

lone.

Your never familiar with a feeling until you feel it, digging into you with a sharp axe. Blistering your arteries, and puncturing your organs. The feeling of loneliness, not the one where you feel alone, but the one you feel hopeless of being alone, unloved and paining away though the scraps of life trying to mend yourself to enable your survival of the dry heat of it all. An over whelming feeling of sorrow, of blank stare. you feel no need, no reason you get up, to talk to think to walk or to love only because love is the pain stabbing effect of emotion.

You can’t escape, you’re like a excaged hostage, willing though your boned body unable to adapt, unable to nurtion the leftovers of your self. It’s a sad image to see, a more sad piece to hear gingling in your ear like a rining ciren warning you of the black undershadow of it. Your hands, legs num too much to move, not strong enough to find the will to survive. I am a soul on the earth, alone and cold. They ran out of cotten warmth, no more, no more.