Shuffling through days
like I'm thumbing the pages
of an old diary. Stained
by years of decay.
Looking for meaning
in the meaningless life,
I left so far away.
Replaced by this life
following invisible stars,
whilst my mind is away
constructing
its own theatrical play.
Pained pictures painted
over
yellow stained pages.
In the margins,
scribbled lines.
Left to wither
and die. Faded into history.
The misty fields of time.
Names, dates,
refrains of distant days,
no longer mean anything,
just incomprehensible words,
misheard in a dream.
Curiously,
the mixed-up memories
are glorious to me.
The chaos calls me.
cluttered and unstructured.
I see threads unconnected,
stories that need dissecting.
A movie than needs directing
and I'm in the webbing holding
on to strands of hair
from a distant relationship.
Air breathed into my lungs,
so that I wouldn't slip.
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