Simplicity leaves me overwhelmed wave after wave, on top of each other I’ve no room to breathe at the bottom
I shirk below, shriveling hopefully into nothing, then I swell at reflection, at her beauty, at me— they paint me with red letters.
Pointed jabs at my inhibitions but they splinter and dissolve at their own shortcomings.
So, wherein does truth lie?
I have no use for these hands, the tools to piece together and illustrate the murky below, to force meaning onto glazed eyes. Where do I stand, if not with you? Feet are feeble, faltering on faded fault lines, but I fall fast, and I hope she is there to catch me.