Stranger in a Strange Land.

flashbacks mean their word.
memories from the past that flash through your mind.
like lightning in a thunderstorm.
quick, painless.
until it disappears and you are left with the memory.
and the pain from the electrocution.

i turn on the light.
get out of bed.
unable to remember another dream.
yet, still knowing, and still getting that feeling.
of what it was about.

Dreams, that's where i have to go
to see your beautiful face anymore

sometimes i get that feeling.
like you are sharing a memory, or a distinct thought with someone else.
while they aren't around.
at first you are stunned to know they aren't standing next to you.
but then feel a bit joyful, knowing that there are thoughts of you too.

i want to share your horizon
and see the same sun rising
turn the hour hand back
to when you were holding me

clutching onto a T on a chain, as if it was the only thing to grab.
struggling to keep moments at a distance.
because you know that if you get too close,
you are in the crossfire.

re-reading old things.
notes and texts and pages.
rubbing your temples, whispering to yourself:
"it's okay."
a reassuring pat from a friend that reminds you...
you still have a life to live.

things are not the same, yet its still:
same classrooms.
same streets.
same places to dine.
same people.
yet it feels strange somehow.
like a piece of the puzzle is gone.

Hope, hope there's a conversation

where we both admit we had it good but

until then it's alienation, i know, that much is understood

i keep telling myself there wasn't enough time.
enough weight.
enough power.
enough ability.
but lies are still brooding.
lessons from a place i never thought could hold me.
the impression is still marked on my skin.
yet invisible to everything but brown eyes.

And if i had the chance to renew
there isn't a thing i wouldn't do
i could get back on the right track
but only if you'd be convinced

drowning in the seas that are my slumber.
feeling water on my cheeks the moment my eyes open.
unknowingly carrying a different weight.
so much different then the ones before.

finally i'm forced to face the truth

it comes in waves.
knocking me over until i cannot get up anymore.
so i leave an impression in the sand.
just like the one you left me.

with love and light,
eve morgan