Why do we appreciate each other the most when we're not together
Where we mystify memories
Exaggerate touch and paint past humors far more epic then they were?
I sit still
Elucidated in labyrinths of thought
Working my way down
Drilling through possibility
Publishing your biography to the mass of my mental members
My membraned audience applauds
My logic loud to my crowd of one
No questions to the contrary
But I wonder...
Is she a blunder of a compromised heart?
Is she the catalyst towards a new start?
My muse as worldview breaks apart
Only to be reform in the crucible of this illogical life
Or just life lived and unthought
I've untaught the best parts of me this way
Obedience before understanding
Just demanding that my heart has a voice