Currently Untitled How is it that your heart can feel like...

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How is it that your heart can feel like it’s racing when it’s beating the same mellow tune on the drum inside your chest?

How is it that shadows form more truth than the daylight?

Maybe our stories had shallow endings and vanity was seen as more than a paperclip—

To hold our matted souls from filling up the basin with lanolin.

Foolish vulnerability

Look what you’ve done to me.

Taking down my hair and opening my lips—

Lining my eyelids with darkened realities

And coloring my cheeks with your red tongue—

Fast beats and sullen face,

Not enough powder to summon joy.

Barely aware

Eyelids closing out the noise

Wipe off your frivolity

Stay true to that soul—

Heartbeat doesn’t lie even though it tells you it’s racing.

Your sleep is fighting for you

Fall into lucidity.

How is it I see more of you when you’re not really there?

How is it my mind fills in the gaps and starts the venture you cut out of your words?

Next morning,

Fresh eyes are a gift.

Got to walk on pavements

Focus on a task—

Not enough time to get up and wear war paint as a confidence procedure.

Heart’s a little calmer

Telling me some truths.

They’re not positive but they sure are vital.

~T.R.A. (dreamsinhiding.writing)