Ground

Perhaps a bit too grounded
so grounded now
like stardust to ashes
i was like a piece of trash stuck in a mini whirlwind
you were like a reason to rebel against discipline
you were untouchable
i was unethical
you had a future
i had a past
passion concreted expressionless
you were concrete
looking me in the eyes
eternal pupils
drowning in your gaze
like the deepest void
hollow, transparent
never shallow, narrow
open infinite universe
in all honesty, no one has ever been so concerned for me
what didnt we share?
a desire for death
yet different mediums
creating beauty out of infinity
mindsets set
philosophical rantings
torment of the abused
religious scorn
anti-social secluded mess hidden in organization of a small space
big heart, no place
toilets
body parts
20 minute timed naps
providing coals to the fire of each others insanity
but never a match




I am the sproutling rising up from the pile of dust that you left...


You are the ground.