tensions

consumed by a short memory

True chaos and order. The misconception of balance eluding reality. If I beckoned you forward, would you save me from both? In this mind of mines is a library. Wandering through scattered memories is encouraged. At every page are you consuming ruminations, so chilling that they crystallize your throat. As though winter manifested itself within. Trekking steps that end with a crunch. I’m descending now. The ground opening up to an enclosure, barren enough to embarrass deserts. Back in my mind. Grieving my younger self. It comes to this. Those who have lost have loved once before.

And that is my gift to you.