I had spoken, or did I not? I don’t remember.
I see a smile, a pair of eyes, someone familiar, but who? – I don’t remember.
Vestiges of a celebration, a persistence, a wish to celebrate – celebrate a specious existence? I’m not sure..
I remember some anguish, some heaviness of heart – deep meaningful mourning – a sense of loss and longing – for whom and for what? – I don’t know.
I had seen, seen so much, quietly – I recognize nothing.
I had heard, something loud, something voiceless – it was beyond silence, I think.
I had thought and thought some more, I know nothing.
I had felt so much, tried so hard – only to give up.
I had been living with people, like they did – or did I imagine?
Is this life or do I make it this? – I’m living a truth