.
i am a void of that which is inescapeable.
these chains bear the stamp of time. dragging days into the next – that which is inexorable. that which lacks meaning. i pretend she isn’t there. a ghastly face only mirrored in reflection, the eyes that never wander. always stagnate, in place, focused. her lips move slightly, faintly, always in unison. always together.
i caught up with her on the stairs. those long, winding gallows that run circles around themselves. they never change, they always exist in a condition of present. i trailed like the wind through her hair – hesitant. bursting outwards into the glaring blur of light, into the bustling sounds of whispers and noise, we evaded. there’s a strange melody that murmurs in the moments of now. it’s quiet, faintly subsiding but never silent; strangled by distant rainstorms, thunder. it patters lightly with a distinct poignancy; that which is inescapable.
she turned.
we are brought face to face.
i am a hollow void.
swelling around the edges with warmth.
longing.
the melody vanishes. she speaks in abstractions; flat tones without translation. her eyes map in directions not yet discovered; her hair, her hands. her small, wayward slouch that defines her rigid structure. a romantic’s engineering. i’m muted.
she turns.
walks opposite of me.
stops, mid prose, and turns once more. an eloquence nurtures this swiveling of galaxies, redefining the physical abstractions that personify I. her glare, those eyes. the curvature of nonexistant shapes. that which defines beauty. inexplicable, irrevocable. irrational.
i am a void of that which is inescapable.
