Love songs don't reach me anymore...
Whether in a relationship or between them,
Love songs,
For better or for worse,
Could sometimes
Strike a chord of emotion
And pull forth a tear or so...
Tales of romance,
Or tales of heartbreak
Used to be able
To move me...
Now,
Not so much...
Reminders of wasted time
And fruitless pursuits...
Temptation to ruminate
Over things that
Can't be changed...
Struggling to release
The hurt...
Pathologically unable
To forgive and forget,
Apparently...
Struggling internally
Against spider silk
That is
Pulling everything
In every direction...
Attached to everything...
Woven intricately
Into every situation,
Every thought,
Every sensation,
Every emotion...
Spiderlings ballooning
Over the infinite pattern
Adding more thread
To the skein...
In certain light,
Silvery grey skin,
Almost an exoskeleton...
Coated in decades
Of wasteland wandering...
My biggest enemy
Has always been me...
My identity
Has been fragile
And unfocused...
Survival has been the main focus...
I'm alive, and under a roof,
And bombs aren't raining down on me,
And that's going to
Have to do...
Like a man alone in the wilderness
Learning how to cope
With a system
That is both overtly and covertly,
Metaphorically and literally,
Predatory...
All souls emerge from the void
At the same point...
Time is an illusion,
Just a part of the grammatical structure
Of our perceived universe...
This world is just the chatter
Of minds learning
How to intercommunicate...
Consciousness
Trying to find itself,
And always finding,
In the end,
Nothing...
All paths lead back to the void...
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