Conversation.

Walking amidst everything nonsensical, and whatever sense it may make
I stand unaware. And despite the confusion,
I find it hard to stop. Driving forever now, why do I leave and how
The chaos, the beauty of it. The only thing worth deciphering
The only reason of moving on. The thrills and the temporary amusement.
I look ahead, I stare back. The image spiraling down to infinity
The mirror and the truth that it dare not conceal. Everyday just pushing
Pushing and yearning for a moment, an elevated plane where the vague
And the real seem clear. I remember the guilt, I remember the passion
I understand none. I ask those who know, I ask for something
A hand, a grip, a tight smothering grasp. And receiving the same
From pages to people, from being lost to being able to command.
It will be just as quiet when I sleep. I think of that day
That day when I came inside and you did too. That day when I didn't talk
When I didn't move but you kept on growing, breathing and moving inside
That day I tried, like any other time, I tried to be more stern
But the possibility of surrender seems easier. And now I sit,
Waiting for a reply, but she doesn't seem interested. After all
The questions she asked, and after all the trouble of answering
She doesn't seem to be talking back.
I understand the silence, I am waiting still.
Her approval and the chaos shall rest, the confusion sorted…
Her eyes, so mystical. Peeking inside and asking no justification. I still needed
To explain, she doesn't ask for it, but I need to.
Those days I want to remember, I remember the sunlight
The blossom, the sheer joy of innocent aloofness. It sits still now
Mistaking it for being no longer there, I lose hope. And I walk
Amidst everything nonsensical. I remember now. I'll find the way.
And so she talks...