there is a struggle.
there has always been a struggle
between finding the right words to
describe what we have..
there is a constant dissonance.
there has always been more..
between understanding what you said and meant..
there is you and there is them.
there is always me
in between what you could share with them..
there is you
and there is i..in this endless cycle..
there is a struggle,
this is an insinuation,
there is humour, there is dissuasion..
to describe what we had,
you and i in this endless cycle,
there has always been...
and my shameless metaphors..
we have no form, therefore we fear it, and because we are formless, we revere it.thus, we are slain..