faces familiar (March 1994)

25 Feb

In the world after, I play dead
Intangible currents run my mind
and logic falls away to flimsy emotions

The words that should be spoken
never reach ears, but fall on solitude
and a silent tongue

What ever it was, was never real in the first place
to someone else maybe, it was their reality
but to me it manifested itself into something

so fragile that even words would shatter
what wasn’t there

And so it was left unsaid

In the end, nothing grew out of something
taking us back to before we meet
and we introduce ourselves again

the faces familiar, and the memories a barrier


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