the thoughts i don't speak

i'm scatterbrained.

"are you sad?

you better not be sad."

what if i was?

i can't explain what is indivisible.

numerous, endless theories.

could it be me chasing desire

or you starting the fire?

reach till you're out of room to stretch.

over and over and over.

nostalgia.

the truth.

you and i are going to be okay. you know that, right?

we're going to be.

okay?

right.

the shaking stoplights.

Poetic?

Pathetic.

A constant tug

between the war

on terror, or

peace of mind.

Without a general

sense of

direction

I stand

motionless in

the wavelengths

between cerebral ticks.

Anonymously,

subconsciously,

impersonally is the

despair...

we have succumb to,

this.

This tangram

with mismatched

puzzle pieces that

almost

fit together.

This celestial

ribbon portrayed by

connect-the-dots

without

numbers.

This... mess.