What to Do

What do we do when words seem to lose meaning?

When even the greatest depths of emotion seem lost, when the syllables have been wasted?

When the very meter uttered, resolves itself, morphs, into arduous tones of bitter spite?

It takes not but seconds to become plagued with meaningless words.

And in that we find no redemption in the conversation.

All other words seem like they aren’t worth uttering.

And yet, there is no one word that I would like to produce that would mend the brokenness of my own creation.

What can we do when there is nothing left to say?

I do not require syllables to turn the picturesque madness to unrequited wit.

Nor do I inhibit the other from stating what they might find to mend our bonds.

But there is no more meaning behind the phrases we utter because there are no words we can use to mend what has been already broken.

There are no directions, manuals nor recipes to follow in this concoction of half made words.

The weaver has left her loom, the mechanic has left his shop, and the baker has left the pastry uncooked.

So we stare into the darkness of the unknown, where adjectives, explicatives and feeling float freely in time.

And when we reach out into that vast expanse of nothing, filled yet with everything, we can feel nothing but the strange feeling of nothing.

The air of language squeezes through our fingers, and teases our tongues with explanation.

But the meaning is lost.

And we haven’t the chance to grab it back, to pull it into our ever growing shore and torture it until we might feel again.

But it escapes once more.

And we haven’t an idea of where to go from here.

The map is gone.

And with it, our feeling.

And what I ask you is simply,

What do we do?

Be Still

Be still, and do not drift back into a life of subtle conversations and first impressions.

Be still, carry your shoulders as though the world is holding your reigns and you’re fighting with all you have to be free.

Be still, and love like every moment might take you twelve years back to forgotten promises and still winds.

Be still, remember that tomorrow only comes so quickly and yesterday rarely escapes unnoticed.

Be still, and spend hours intertwined with the one you love, like someday the maze of your arms and legs may find new paths to follow.

Be still.

Just,

Be still.

Don’t Let Me Go

You’re moving on a straight plane.

You are constant, and unchanging.

Life moves past you in waves,

And you being the way you are, are gracious and remind me of the need to breathe,

and stay.

And yet to me you seem as though you are straying.

I feel like you are connected to me by a tether, that expands forever,

And yet constantly feels as though it is threading, getting ready to snap.

I reach for you, fingertips into a dark only I can see.

Screaming out your name for help,

To stay with me,

To remind me of the things I am inept of doing.

And while our tether stays connected,

And your eyes stay locked on the horizon,

Tracking your course,

I feel lost and alone.

Scared to exist in solitude,

Terrified to survive in nothingness that consumes me, swallows me.