melting thoughts
seeing static
memories are
dripping
dissipating
a living mirage
a mist
dispersed in color
Author: anthony gatta
doing my best
thickets and thorns
inescapable mechanisms
the trodden trails
confined by thickets and thorns
creativity
in templates
in guidelines
realization
lies outside boundaries
harness
there’s a
force
behind life
cyclical, immutable
something always
rises
from another’s
end
cautionary perspective
living
in a bomb shelter
call it a
sanctuary
but that doesn’t mean
you’re not
hiding
another departure
another departure
from a familiar existence
steps in the dark
towards a vulnerable place
somewhere more frightening
but somewhere new
exist to remain
familiar steps
towards another tomorrow
it’s always been safe
inside the house built of matches
light the same lavender candle every night
but the flame’s dance is always new
until whole
the worlds within ourselves
to be explored
or escaped
realized
or rejected
pieces of you
scattered along
these inside places
to be collected until whole
