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Took My Breath Away Card

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Blue Without You

New Piece!
Mixed Media "Blue Without You". Latex Paint, Acrylic, Ink, Charcoal, Matte Board, Metal, Expoxy, Paper.

To the Boy Who Knows Too Much About the Feeling of Endings

I wonder why the world moves by us

As a pace we cannot recognize

Why it speeds by so unapologetically

And then halts when we are the least prepared.

It is interesting, always

To count the tops of those white picket fences

Surrounding those perfect yards

Of those pretend-perfect people

And to wonder when it was

That they felt like they were falling.

It is heartbreaking sometimes

When life throws out a tapestry

Understood as a tragedy

Seen as a transparency

Left for dead somewhere.

But it’s even better when

Amongst the foggy disparity

The one we know so well

The one that we confront each night

Before we finally rest our weepy eyes.

That moonlight pushes its way in

Those windows that we thought were shut

Against a world that told us lies

And took what we held dearest.

If you pretend that I have a million arms

Then the reality will be

That I have opened them to you

Warm and welcoming always

To the side of yourself you don’t recognize.

You can stay there as long as you want

While I watch for passers-by

To smile at our true endearment

Seen as empathy

Understood as emotion

Felt as ethereal

Left for dead somewhere.

And it’s in those quiet conversations

The ones that we have with ourselves

When we learn the most about where we’ll be

When these pains are extent still.

Twenty years from now.

Fifty years from now.

Always a reality.

So while reality lingers,

Pressing us to move ahead

Why don’t we kick our shoes off

And head out someplace where we will be strangers

To others and ourselves.

And we can laugh and cry

And find solace in the disengagement

Seen as deserting

Understood as desolation

Felt as determination.

Side by side we’ll simply know

That these shoelaces meet back up

Even after they have come undone

As a result of careless tying

Or a bond that never really worked.

And as we are made still

In the beauty of our vast acquaintanceship

We feel proud

Understood as promise

Felt as purity

Seen as perseverance

Never left for dead somewhere.