Thoughts on mental and emotional intimacy in platonic interpersonal connections.
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Thoughts on mental and emotional intimacy in platonic interpersonal connections.
One day before you’re gone
When the need is too high again
You will need to dry your arm
For a second time
August 5, 2025
12:10 am
In the corridors of your presence
I find four heavy doors
Behind the first
If I want to make thoughts real
Can form the words
And can synchronize the throat
I do
Behind the second…
These old woods have gotten quiet
Darkened by clouds that won’t crack
Silenced by a muffling blanket
Invisible but felt
Heavy and oppressive
Rainfall is long overdue
Drought is spreading beneath the canopy
Branches bend in the increasing wind
Into little smiles beckoning outsiders
It still looks green from a distance
…
Words so dangerous
My mind hides in shadows cast
By self awareness
A lifetime of tiny burials
For lost keys to a damaged mind
And an overpowering heart
Smothered and destroyed
Or simply denied their conception
Lacking ceremony
Are resurrecting now
Zombies or ghosts
Under a new moon
Slowly clawing their way up
From soil once fallow
Now richly seeded with my fears
But fertilized by my need
These tiny deaths all
Rise from their graves today
To haunt me or save me
I can’t tell the difference
December 19 2024 – January 2, 2025
Give yourself permission to be sad once in a while. It won’t kill you.
I suppress the surges, even when I don’t mean to.
They swell, then subside.
I swallow and swallow and swallow them. I push them so far down, I think they must be gone.
Empty in the outer layers, but, underneath, tiny vibrations, too far away to register with a label, yet present enough to remind me of my worth.
Empty eyes staring
Why do they resist me still
So close to my shore