Poetry is sane because it floats easily in an infinite sea; reason seeks to cross the infinite sea and so make it finite. The result is mental exhaustion. To accept everything is an exercise, to understand everything a strain.
Gilbert K. Chesterton
I leaned on you
blindly
hoping
it will last
I don’t think I want to forget you
I thought I wanted to
but you left something behind
something untouchable
the memory seems to be
even better
then the reality I have forgotten
now I live under a clear sky
I think peace is resting
like a dove
spreading its wings in silence
Even though the door was open
I couldn’t help
staring at the mesmerizing wall
surrounding it
it’s not that it stopped me
but it did
I was riding a wave
high on adrenaline
it steered me away
I realized
from a reality
it was not the sea
that I floated on
but the concrete walls
of the world around me
The world shifted
the curtains were makeshift
for there was something to hide
an ugly truth
coming from the…
The metaphor of a door
the other one you could have opened
as far as I know
all unknown doors
lead to the same
darkness
till you open it
and start walking
The small part of the wall
that was left
was huge
I couldn’t get around it
I still remember my first window
the view when I looked out
it was not much
but looking back
I wish I could do that now
from the other side
It is difficult to see
if in the distance
where we seem to get closer
we really do
A part of me stares at me
in a mirror
but I don’t see
the problem
the other half
till I do
realize
Do we ever change our head
and what moves inside
What side of the double stairs
going up
do I take
when I am not closer
to the answer
I am curious
for what to see in the window
furthest from me
that’s why I always look
through new windows
for me
because
it might be the one
furthest away
from me
The memories from old photos
look so much better
must be the distance in time
times memory loss
Nochrisis 