Catch-up for Theo through scattered poetry /

the ceiling speaks into my soul,

as i am led astray in reverie,
the past inevitably intrudes,
but still the moon will wane,
as my blood will draw,
the fall will come,
the maggots feast,
until theres no-one left,
and nothing left.
with no-one left
at all

chasing the feeling of despair

just to feel anything at all
and when that moment comes
at least i wont be so fucking bored

sunbeams chase me through our meadow

its strings are attached to my soul
it whirls and whirls and whirls and whirls
i halt to the pace of it all

your warmth survives the briskness of the wind

i watch you glisten amongst the greenery
you whirl and whirl and whirl and whirl
you dance with your heart sprawled across the floor

i’ve grown fond of our memories,

the willow trees have wept,
i’ve written my woes on their leaves,
at last, i do not miss you anymore

vivid dreams from neptune

i am a myth.
i am learning to live.
learning to write in anything but blue.
painting my sins in the sky in a softer hue
does the pain that sit pretty in my stomach dissipate anytime soon?
inwardly evil; butterflies like knives thrusting with jealousy
i feel my ambitions die
i feel the world as it writhes in pain.
alas it draws to an end.
endless conversations no longer mend my broken spirit.
to open my soul to a stranger? to lend my energy to another? what a strange endeavour