elsewhere

i wish i could live

in a poem

words dripping from my

eyes

and letters seeping through

veins

surrounded by words of love

heartbreak

and

desire

breathing but metaphors

we get drunk on ideas

taking drags of emptiness

just to bleed

timeless

oblivion

instead of cliffs and bridges

we jump

from line to line

seeking solace only

in the next verse

we need nothing to exist

because here

we don’t

consciousness waves

and we

float in darkness

not literal

or figurative

even emotional

just

space

because here

we are nothing but

a concept

which sounds much better to me

than a

reality

2.31am
6 ⋅ 11 ⋅ 2017