I had so many words way back
before your vanity struck my life.
I'm sinking in words I may no longer be able to define, because the definitions have re-defined.
In such a short time; I went from abashed, to prominence
& the difference came all too quick, it depicted a haze in my head.
A question hanging by a thread; I tried denying it,
so many times it teased me.
Insubordination grew strong within me;
"Stop imagining false daydreams", the mind wonders carelessly creating answers to inexistence.
Hesitance.
Consumingly bewildered by the allurance of your presence.
Days turned into weeks,
months...
Pathological dreams; inscribed, invisible-parchment.
The definition(s)
Vexed from the vanishment of thyself,
& now all that remains is that question,
hanging by a thread
& nobody knows how to answer it.
Everyone else knows how to answer it,
we don't know how to answer it
we think there is no need to answer
we're in denial.
We've seen it before
been there before
seen it before
felt it before
swore it before
& before never worked.
It is all too complicated, & in the end, I could be the only one thinking this.
Define to me; what it is to be, to feel whole. Tell me the reason as to why we could take every step, & breath alone, today, & appear okay. Though something will always be missing.
The unfulfillment.
Unsatisfactory from the fact that you can't embrace this wholeness of life with another energy that is fully comprehensive of your greatness & all that is of you,
when all you're simply missing is solitude, in those eyes that you starred into when they appreciated thyself.
In that, feeling like your greatness could burst away through all the cracks of the misconceptions towards anything...
Almost as if it resembles light.