Divided by Density
Divided;
When you fight sharing the feelings,
when you're sparing the other person.
For the forethought of saving heartache
and emotional scar tissue about how you feel guilty,
yet you just want to pretend things have been settled.
Feeling as if you let yourself down.
However, you don't feel wrong.
In fact, they fight themselves.
If you can both have second thoughts about being half-right,
What is the place where those pieces of emotional truth fit together?
Unwelcome may be too far,
but unwanted is clearly how I feel.
There's no hint of being missed or lusted after.
The truth I seek is under the cover of foggy night.
Resting in dark waters, uncertain danger flowing through the abyss.
A lonesome spirit writhes like grapes shriveling under the sun.
Baking away hope.
The dry process of isolating and evolving loss.
Aching joints as solitude removes the fluid.
Those juices which had kept hope alive.
Now hollow reservoirs of a once flexible system.
A relic remains from yesteryear.
The stranded vessel shipwrecked and forgotten.
These rusty circumstances you debate saving.
Preservation versus separation.
Taken apart by radiant energy under the scorch of innocence and sunlight.
Tainted, jaded, and faded.
Have memories overtaken optimism?
Some things culture with age.
Others are too sophisticated or divided after the journey.
They cannot return.
