I live in vernacular expressions;
In nearly-mentioned things;
In a heart’s dichotomy;
In the relocation of truth.
I live between skins
Where two souls collide;
Where heartbeats waltz;
Where lives are exchanged;
Where music is made.
I live in everlasting digits
Of electric blue;
In the shadows of a giant
Who holds a witch’s broom,
Whose shoe is left behind
In the sands of my world,
Whose hair moves in a breeze
From a place I cannot know.
I live between dreams
Of wrinkled faces and ancient hands;
Between raindrops that linger
On a maple leaf in the sun;
Between guests where loneliness
Becomes the air that I breathe;
Between understandings of what should be done
And what could have been done.
I live in impressions instead of resolutions.
I live on the rugged edges of insanity.
I live between novels and their missing pages.
I live with metaphors and a dragon’s tooth.
I live under skies that blanket this earth.
I live in the corner of one’s imagination.
I live in the shades of a greater universe.
I live because I am.
I am because I live.