You too were out there
THE ISLAND FLORA SIMPLY VEGETATES IN THE SUN AND LETS THE LARGER LANDMASSES BE AS THEY ARE
Together and apart we arrive and depart...Life runs on ..only a bit slowly..out of breath
What you leaves me to
is nought but an empty space
which concerns itself,
to all that which sum up the idea of you.
from all that I ever saw, heard, felt
and thought I have ever known.
But never have I known anything apart
from the fact that I prevail with the attempt of knowing
and primary knowledge is first-hand, begins with oneself.
I have never known anything apart from the facts of how
I never did fit in the scheme
of all things.
And how I can never gauze or identify with the empty spaces
where nothing but the vibrations of laughter echo out and linger
and nothing but the vapour trail of of sorrowful tears escape.
And that is the empty space where all things
come from
begin and end in
and remain.
You too are forever there...
You too..someone I form a habit of
someone
who might have chosen me as someone
I could
never venture to be
yet someone I cannot help ..forming a habit of...
the simple reason seems to be - ''nothing else is there.''
But everything else
and nothing else is
but a big gaseous cloud of empty space
filled up with the thought of you
...like memories of having been in sleep
are filled up with visions of dreams.
Yet for all that I know, nothing is really there...
in that empty space...not even you..or the idea of you
or
the thought of you
or
the memory of you...
It is just me...looking
into the light.
It is just me
looking into the darkness.
And It is just me
shutting my eyelids to keep myself from looking
at things which were
never lost and things which never did belong.
Yet, you would always be out there
whether I choose to look into
or look away
from that empty space.
You would perhaps remain there
condemned like me.
Visible yet invisible.
Invincible yet defeated
Just like me
as I am condemned to remain
outside that empty space
or as i allow myself the decision
to get inside it
in order to be with you
again,
But even when I will or don't
and whatever I may do..for myself
or for you...
Nothing Can never take that empty space away..
Nothing can help me from looking in or looking away
Even when you and I leave and sail away
...out of peripheral vision..
out of temporal sensitized accommodations
and out of the agony of habit.
and out of the illusory comfort and
imaginary contentments
