Friday, 9 May 2014

That Someone Else.

I see
Life in the context of life.
It's me and someone else.
That someone else is also me.
Yet there is a difference.
I don't see it,
But it's very clear.
Not the picture but the pain.
It torments me not to see
What hits me.
All I witness and cherish and heal
are the wounds.
Appearing out of nowhere
And disappearing in nothingness
Taking you along
on a journey where you die
Every moment.
And are reborn
This mystical journey kills.
You,
And that someone else.