youre the last person i would turn to.

ironically,
it is like a weight lifted
the resonance of such meaningless beginnings.. hover
yet,
it all seems at a distance beyond reality
like a daydream that lingers
dancing between half-opened eyelids
an interest only fueled by ideas of the unknown
where the contours of such a wonder are carved by curiosity
when questions diminish into an instinctual knowledge
everything equates to a plateau of boredom
recognising this ignites a strange painful sadness
the incapacities
that perhaps everything was nothing?
that the beauty was a delusion
for there is no sense of loss
just a queer resignation
our opaque minds....
before i bid you adieu old friend
translucence permits happiness
and willingness will follow you through till the end.