PHANTOM FINGERS AND BAD DECISIONS

The past lingers with us

somewhere beneath the skin, it itches

like a needy child, afraid of being forgotten

in a state like a cadaver

forever listening out for my heartbeat

your love feels like the ocean in summer

I surface, swept up in my own sweet folklore

These waves of dopamine, i am a slave to the surge which carries me inside, mocking the moon.

To never let me go.

As the haunting harmonies to patterns, swirl in my head.

from the moment if my birth, 

to the instant of my death,

there are patterns i must follow, just as i breathe each breath.

i am enveloped in warmth

i silence my loud mind, plunging my head into the water.

the music becomes mute, as i feel the walking world float away.