I come in peace

I know somewhere

Somehow it got messed up

I don’t know what to say
Or how to get it undone
I just dont like how it is now

Too reluctant
Too confused
Not even sure which it is
Too afraid
But here goes

Till unWELL presents itself unpredictable incapable and useless.

I really wanted to reminisce on the great moment and wish you a happy one month but HAPPY just doesn’t seem like a perfect fit
So I went back to confiding in words that only I would get
It seems worthless a piece in an anthology
It’s just custom written
Too bittersweet to read
Too bittersweet to recite

It’s killing my ability to concentrate on the book, on the art, on the Artist. I appreciate you wanting to be part of the building but this emotional ill is just killing me.
And don’t ask me what i want.
I’m still pissed
I’m not even sure I know for what exactly
I don’t know if I’m venting or crying or expressing from a sincere point. Maybe a combination of all.
Well the power of being WELL comes with unkept words yea

Here’s the piece

A month ago
She said yes
In a hotel room
Now we can’t even raise our voices to say hi
Nevermind smiling
Not to think touching
Where was home to begin with
Where was the heart
And the mind?
Suddenly not smart

A month ago
Rain was falling
The higher being was taking photgraphs of us with a flash light
The sky was roaring
It was a champagne party
A celebration
Of a scene in a lit hotel room

A universal language was spoken in tongues
It sent shivers Every Where
It was hot like indian
Like a painting
The canvas as the hand
Held at random times by a reaching hand

Now the line is disconnected
The number is out of reach
Well let’s pretend like we don’t care
Let’s wage wars in silence
At a distance
It’s easier right?
Not too many needles have passed through threading any promises
So it should be easier right?
Actually
Not really

The heart has so much to say
The mouth doesn’t know where to begin
The voice is not in the mood
Suddenly just words fading in exhaling
Reality is words unsaid
Feelings are too messy to clean up
Oh yes let’s blame it in our upbringing
It’s easier right?
Actually
Not really

A month ago
It’s all we wanted
Now
We want nothing to do with it
Its only been a month
Really?
It feels like forever
Well toxicity right
Like it was breasfed

A month ago it was honey
Today it’s heartburn
But we pretend right
Hiding in the pages of poetry
Hiding behind songs that hit the nerve just enough
Hiding in front of screens
Where we watch different worlds
Just to escape this one
Just don’t have the energy yet
Just don’t have the right response yet
Just don’t have enough

Past present and …

Now that I got that out of me…I just wish I could hold your hand or hold you. Just get a hug from you

Oh well it’s not surprise as well…around about this time…

I become

someone different