Unveil

I haven’t had an appetite all year/

what I mean is my taste buds are dormant/ much like my will/ much like my common sense/ you’d think I never had either or/ not sure which matters more/

what I mean is maybe I’m not as connected to myself as I thought I was/ I didn’t even recognize myself this morning/ can’t see through these dark eyes/ don’t feel comfortable lugging around this body/ dealing with these heavy thighs/ I’ve been searching for inspiration in unfamiliar places/ thinking I could find myself in unfamiliar faces/ I haven’t slept a wink all year/

what I mean is the night time is far too alluring for me to shy away/ but I’m having problems seeing now/ eyes dryer than Mojave’s like Amine said/ perhaps I just need some guidance/ guide me/ party of one/ I shot a flare gun the other day/ right after I pushed my boat off the island/ cast myself away/

I’d rather be forgotten/ or at least I thought I did/ but the silence rings loudest here/ only me myself and fear/ I’d rather be where the people are/ what I mean is/ I’ve been alone here for a while now/ and what a terrible invasion it is.

-DtP