One life is untangling…

One life is untangling while one is still tied to a noose of expectations.

What the heart longs for must be a secret for the eyes.

Lost in the fantasy; not yet a memory.

Lost in the idea of belonging in the arms of mystery.

Held by the thread of desire; touched by a trembling hand that holds on to a dying hope.

A rope that can save us, or pull us further down the hole.

Until we are out of breath…

Until the death of a part that cannot sustain the whole.

Bleeding into the memories of other times, other worlds…

I’m just another body decaying under the stars.

A bottle of wine staring at me from the other side.

Where everything felt like a crumbling life, about to hit restart…

And then those eyes remind me where it all began…and where it all went to die.

The fire that blinds the mind let’s the heart speak at last…

I Am.