and far

startlingly real pain that washes over and over

wanting only to be enshrined, engulfed

by sensation by thought

a construct of delusion and joy
realities that may not exist past the confines

of skin
heart

you want only to believe in that moment
with only the pleasures existent because of you

unknowingly forced to stop and see
go outside the walls

seeking but unable to hold onto
depth, the warmth

freedom

to have the soft, plush wool pulled upon you

when i cant make it play it hurts
where has the mind gone

like love it is palpable
the only shifts and changes are your repetitive strokes
you dont know how to be fulfilled, back and forth

only new directions of sound highlight the space around

not alone but you are

so alone