space

some ignore it.
some don't.

some see it's limits.
some don't.

some understand it
some don't.

to infinity and beyond.
yet this feels like a rigid contract.

unfortunately

i do not possess an infinite amount of patience. i do have a limit. i do wish. i do hope. i do hurt. i am human too.

but alas.

one wouldn't think so if had looked upon this tie so,
but think that the other heartless and one innocent
however none so great and both are lesser
and either guilty
none hast proven anything
to touch and connect.
a bond eclipsed by tears and hard nights
loosely threaded by hopes and clinging
memories of the past

oh the irony.
frailty, thy name is woman.
across the spans of the cerebral cortex
compassion of none is found
for those who seek to be lost
and find those who hope to be found.
a seeker?
but none lay among us
for victims they have made us all!
and now we lay in shadows as they creep
up our spines and spawn from the depths of our doubt
and feed from our fear and insecurities.
none more satire be scrutinized but still recognized,
all this troubles the mind and heart and soul, if you will.
for they all affect, the mind, heart and soul, if you will.

our emotions give us our humanity.

it makes us rash, illogical and foolish.
be in touch, but don't let yourself controlled.
guilty.

my heart drops everyday.

blip. blop. bloop.