You gave me no choice. Nothing to say. How do you know what to do when some one has come into your life and smashed your perspective into a thousand, tiny, painful pieces?

Pieces of pie and small barbed comments were passed along the table. Silent, disapproving face and emotionless words. A mother who always knows best. There is no way she could understand, or even muster the effort to try. Perpetually stuck in the rotting constricting bubble, locked from the inside.

I swear I could see inside your mind that night. I knew what you wanted, saw you reflecting on an infinite number or moments and desires and outcomes. But you took too long, the indecision and confusion were contagious. And as I fled from you and that intensity I felt almost lucky to be alive.

Buried alive in the torrent of emotions, I fight to get a breath. I feel encompassed by whispers and wishes. Ghosts of feelings dulled by reality. You told me everything would change. From the color of leaves to thoughts in your head. But what if I don’t like change? Can I halt the Earth in its path for perpetual consistency? Nothing will change, ever.

Have you ever wanted to just jump? Jump and believe that one who cares will catch you. That bittersweet sensation was just on the the tip of my tongue... so I walked closer to him, and said hello.

Hello? Said an iridescent voice from nowhere. Look where your’e going will you? You really hurt someone with your carelessness.

Careless, helpless, floating down a river towards a deafening waterfall. You know your’e going to die don’t you? So I snuggled closer to him in that warm world and tried to ride out the consequences, and told him everything.

Everything I did meant nothing. I was always there, bringing the lavish gifts of love and support. But how do you create something that was never meant to be? And then you were gone, a fleeting image that somehow hurt to touch.

Touch is the most taken for granted sense. A brush of the hands can portray so much. Touch is the sense of love. Not looking into their eyes, not hearing I love you, not smelling their cologne, not tasting the winter mint gum on their breath. Love is feeling the reassuring pressure of their arm around you wherever you go.

Go to jail. Get out of jail free. Hope is the biggest daemon of them all. It will condemn you and crush you without mercy until you are just a whimpering little spot on the sidewalk.

Can you spot it? The biggest problem I’ve ever seen. Watch out for worms. Have you ever seen the world through someone else’s eyes?

Eyes are the beautiful portals into other people’s minds. Waterfalls of color and sensation. Nothing will ever be better than seeing their feelings reflect your own.

In my own world, I see myself as stuck in a rut. I will never escape the way I think. I can only learn from others in my life, to see the world in different ways

Everything in pieces, you go wherever you want to go now. We will part ways, I’m going there on my own. Maybe if we pass I will look past your eyes and say hello, yes I’m hurt, but I’m alive. I’ll look down at the sidewalk and realize that it only seems like that from the inside. How careless of me, but I can change.