I wish I could recapture that train of thought I had a little while ago
where was it going
if only I had written it down
if only I had the presence of mind to write it all down
I wish I could encapsulate the moments that I forget
where my mind was open
the valve opened all the way
and I knew every single thing I needed to know
but those moments pass like sleek white clouds over the blue sky
they soar on and over to the next moment
inside the kettle pot they steam up and escape forever
evaporating in the wind
and all I can catch is a slight wisp of it
as it floats into the distance
and I am lost forever for it
and there is no way to recapture it
and there is nothing to do but grasp onto the little straws of it
and there is nothing left to do but…
crash burn paper mash turn monster laugh howl the circus tent falls down into the crowed
cowering in the basking rays of moon and sun the same reflection anyways
purpose moments abstract thoughts memories forgotten fun times reflections glass
purity nonsense pity laugh nondescript fleeing ions in a moment
cross stitched and wrapped around
I wish I could remember everything I need to remember
the days and nights I sat and thought
the inner discussions that led to revelations
the purposes and the points that were thrown out
I wish I could…
oh yes
I really do
but I know the future is a bleak broken shell of the past and we are
going
going
going
going
down a spiral of madness in which we can never travel back up
and I know this because
I can sense it
see it
feel it
I know this because you told me it all
you told me all of this
in a lucid dream