Northern_Lights_2017

41 Arcadia Distracted Jessalyn Holsing When is wakefulness a dream how is tangibility guarded by an infinite force of a gale-wind that buffets bystanders who crane their necks skyward Listless nothingness is palpable in the air that stands between us and you you can see it and I can feel it but you don’t understand it and I can’t explain it Their secret is well-guarded Swear like a gold star in the daytime and defend the world with your teeth there is nothing more terrifying than your benevolence I can’t weigh it in my hand as a feather is too heavy against my palm and I can feel it pushing me down while ink is engraved in my bones Lethargy is no stranger but I am still so alive that anxiety tastes like gold and stress smells the way snow feels Curse with cordiality and make terror run through my veins as your dark blue threatens the waves of nature that surround my darkened view The wind continues to howl around us but the eye of the storm lifts the veil covering my eyes and black turns to grey as my body turns to ash When is a dream a dream When you are awake Worthless and half mad in the mind an hourglass sifts six sands of time and space and reality lifts to be suspended with the air ripped from my lungs Mere existence diminishes … … … … Bedamn and utter nothing but the blinking of your eyes as they search the pink ribbon in your hand for more