Author: bittersweet.season PM
...when life is a euphemism for loneliness.Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 167 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 04-25-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2509489
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And they say that I keep my eyes too open
For I have acquainted myself so closely with the late hours and watched a gibbous moon wane into the dawn. I have neglected sleep to witness the dissolving sky
And the falling sun.
I have come to keep time in stories, anecdotes and Sundays,
And euphemized independence for loneliness.
I built my walls from secrecy and learned that that even my most intimate thoughts are not infallible. In searching I found little besides more questions whose answers had neglected them and in hope, I discovered heartache.
I have been charmed by the illusion of constancy only to find conditionality, even where it did not belong.
And I have been one familiar with waiting
while I lived my life in twilights and indecision, leaning in too many directions but never ready to take the turn.
I have sought sanctuary in stars, poetry and people
Yet I recognized the greatest treachery
when I could not find it within myself.