medusaq

inside a crumbling masterpiece

sometimes i remember you
incorrectly
leaning over me with your fist
through my chest
pulling strings behind my back
winding the clock backward
so it's never time to go
you sold your backpack
and sat still
cross-legged meditation
on the wrong side of my window
the inside

i paint when i am lonely
i stopped keeping a journal
i talk to myself
i make up reasons to drive my car
so that i am always moving,
leaving and returning
i am different now
the same way
i am breathing
just like you
and i wish you could see the red
of my room
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{from a time when i thought i was better}

I WAS.
inside out
once
one with you
distant stranger
tugging your head closer
squinting to see you
farther than headlights reach

roots caressing wet dirt
stretching downward and in
sending meditation
upward and out
praising great mysteries
questions with no need for answers

I AM.
now curving around the universe
sharing space and time
ONE with all
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{words of wisdom}

People arent destinations
Theyre gas stations.

~my good friend, josh niesse