Feel

More moons together

I thought we'd have 

So many more

For a moment, I was sure

But surety can yield obscurity

At which time, doubt spins the loom

I am in a room, my thoughts a kind of cupboard

I open to discover what I deem the truth

But truth is that truth is ever-shifting

At least, I find it is with you

Blame can become so contradictory, though

Painful emotions can create a game

Like a maze

We become the rat

In search of some bounty that rests in the middle

So sure of it's presence

As if it were heard through some grapevine

We unknowingly, unwittingly assume

An assumption that our prize will be there

That it's just around this corner

And we never give up

Not until insanity or death

Whichever comes first

I remember now what drives us

Instinct.

Maybe I was being presumptuous

In real terms, there is no us anyway

I'm so vulnerable in this chase and can't help but wonder

Who's watching?

Who's pulling these strings?

Who is our hungry scientist in white lab coat hunched over and peering?

Waiting.

Watching.

ANALYZING.

Don't worry

I'm aware of the quasi-paranoid overtone

And aware that I may be my own, Mad Scientist

Love, I don't know what's door, what's not

You took me by surprise

And with the taking, a part of me went

But you know what?

Keep it!

Consider it a gift

Go on!

Add it to your mausoleum

To your sanctuary of undead past

Sit it alone, dim-lit within fine glass

For what almost was, a taste of home fills my mouth

A wind gusts within

I feel