Words

Words;
Learnt and forgotten.
Mono-syllabic gestures
of now and what I am.
The Conundrum of knowing
too little or too much.
Wearing black
and pretending to be light.
Standing in shades
of their idiosyncrasies
and wanting to become them.
Traveling back from being
in a dream
and realizing nothing is worth your while.
Sitting next to your mother
while you love her and hate her at the same time.
Could it be? Tell me, could it be?
Words;
That were never yours,
that were never mine.
Misconceptions of being alive
and the feeling of hating your life
all at the same time.
And every once in a while lifting your head up
to the skies and questioning
'What now? Why this?'

24th September 2010