Constellation Blues

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The glamorous life

Out of the silence, the return of Glamour’s son.  Broken hearted, and set in a panic, the calm depths of the forever black lake led him back.  Echo and a return to silence.

The chill of sitting next to you
Showing you that reflection

I could hear your voice again
florescent lights shining down

It’s strange to think that happened

This memory that came back
And the boy I once knew.

We can be walking together in the dark, seeking the light switch.

At times, you’ll be lost in your words, going on about the topic: yet, when you notice I am there again, you’ll change your statement with a ‘but’, as if my existence made your words wrong.

Thinking outloud, but those thoughts changing with an audience.

Little noises, hidden in the corner
A mental image of a nonexistent person
Wishing to inhabit your physical beauty

Why yearn for the fake aesthetic
The personality destroys the image
Better to stay quiet

Allowing time to pass, the chessboard unmoving
Little noises, turning into biases
Questioned then ignored by the unmoved masses.

An endless mental vomit of ideas
hack attempting to undercharge
for another’s thoughts.

Elixir of fortune,
looking back at the
tortures of infinite wait.

A desire to fly
along the winds into the
vast lands of mystery.

Meaninglessness

Doing things on my own is kinda worrisome, at times I want to ask others for their insight.
After further consideration, I realize the problem and I can’t trust them anyway.

Being alone, I often recalled fragmented scenes from my life.
The same lonesomeness during those shattered pieces.
Like the meaninglessness of the far-off stars.

Then a need to reassure myself the past won’t repeat.

The memories continue to flow through my mind:
A siren’s call.

Chasing towards an appointment, towards an empty arena, towards echoing hallways where you’ve never been.

A memory cuts through the faded sunlight, everything stands still.

A smiling face, preferring to not interrupt like the wind.

Affirmation and a chance to return to an empty future, echoing notes of different mistakes.

Can’t take back words i never say.

Only until 1am

Sharp cuts from the light of stars
A cold wind and constant glances backward
Into the darkness, avoiding the chasing trails.

Feeling misunderstood with every word
And wishing to go home when the stories are over
Meandering journey, only to waste my time.

Walking on the world’s clearest ice
And wishing to see his face when the ghosts are gone
His face, or a memory, both the same reflection.

Staring into the Sun.

Why is it a memory I can’t forget; why do I follow it?

The blinding sun and my willingness to stare into it.
Before only trusting in finding happiness in the light of faraway stars.

The day like today, was a day like then…
When as a ghostly clock, I followed and hoped to predict your arrival and disappearances.

The black violets, the boy against the glass.
The sun above and the maze of ugly hallways.

Today, a memory again.
And again.

Hello friends, I’m starting to worry we might not win.

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