Hidden observer stalking the world
Feeling: Insignificance.
Driving around and through
Piercing sounds
Shadowlands
Pink and brown peeling steps from days before
Peeling; broken with history
Who stood here before?
Psychopath;
Schizophrenic;
Lobotomized;
Professor;
Guitarist
Memories of the tune drift back
Strings plucked
images of red hot love grow from the melody
down and up, rough and soft
I drowned in those seconds he played
It's quieter today.
foosteps and conversations.
Can they see me?
No music.
No melodies.
just, world.
I search again
wanting it
needing
it.
Gone
no message
left.
Just:
broken past
dotted steps
& faded
memories
I stop and whisper,
tasting the acidity of my thoughts
'soon this memory will be faded'
It'll all be gone and forgotten......
Still shadowed
Still insignificant
-Forever
Hidden
