hovering like a hummingbird thirsting for nectar you press near to those you deem famous taking endless selfies with them what i wonder is what’s missing in your life what do you believe can be healed by touching the hem of their existence
how graceful she thought were her movements and words in the crowd certain that no one noticed the inconsistencies of her flesh and soul with what she perceived them to be although the mirror only in certain light seemed to suggest that some minor changes had occurred but such changes must be viewed as mere adaptations to the world not the result of a decaying body and soul she was as well preserved as a living lie
a lifetime traveling the world being someone else someone famous singing their songs copying their voice never really being seen as self just someone else like all those who never sing their own songs with their own voice just a lifetime fulfilling the expectations and dreams of others
it was gold but he told you it wasn’t and you like every time before believed in others more than yourself so you thought it was worthless like the life you’ve lived and so you gave up on both
jagged edges of expectation line the shores of reason when you stare at me i am a predefined vista one constructed from old news reels adventure photos and television commercials capturing none of who or what i am you see a predator a bird of prey to be glorified or hated depending upon which child’s fantasy you can recall or which nightmare brought a cold sweat before dawn but i say to you you do not see me nor do you see yourself