Infant Island Stare Spells
I tried, to keep it in, some sort of memory...
I tried
Growing through a shade of grey light
I laughed in the dark unknown and in short aired breaths to lather in the calm – I tried to keep you out
At the end, I stood there
At the end, I stood against you
Reflections, dismantling tides of distractions eating away at my brain
Everyday that I stay not moving forward with the same itches attracting my fingertips to my temples
Letting abstractions claim ghosts, I see my shapeless form
Looking away not knowing what to accept
