The Precipice of Fresh Frontiers

So this is the way it goes out? Like a slow dying flame or a bottled firefly, flickering against unknown odds. I’m tearing alone at what’s left of work, the let down slow and cumbersome. Suddenly my hand shakes with the pressure of days to come, the past haunts and daunts us all and one more night is the least we can do. I am alone as I steer once again towards familiar coasts. We dance in dreams but are awoke by our own palpitations that go unnoticed in waking life. My vision blurry, my heart aching, this cannot be the moment of realization; I don’t have time to face reality yet. These lyric-less songs evoke more emotion than thought possible. Memories and faces, memories of faces, push it away again, not ready for this much conscientiousness yet. Give it a few days til the sun soaks in and I find myself climbing my way through clematis again. The only cure for all this emotion must be saltwater, wash away these feelings and once again find fresh frontiers and new adventure.

Hauntingly Hunting

You're haunting me, hiding at every digital turn I take. This transference of obsession started off easy enough but the continuous burning and lack of reciprocation has left me drowning. And while I move toward familiar coasts I continue to yearn for something more from you, I have let ALL of my crazy show and you look back in confusion with the same stare you kept in those stunted early morning moments. You're haunting me, your being and phantasm lurk over my shoulder and hide in the recesses of my mind.  When you pass though my mind, wisp through my psyche, my shoulders go numb, my knees weak and I am left with the taste of sick in my mouth. 

Unbeknownst to you I slide down, slouch down and pine alone, you do not share my feat  and you do not expect the extent to which I have dwelled on all things you. Even now, even this, especially this, is too much but somewhere in the interim, in the crush transference, in the 3rd degree, I have lost myself.