"Now we're strangers again, but this time with memories."
Yea, that pretty much sums it up.
I have always been fascinated by the idea of using two opposite words in a single sentence.
It is literary technique I enjoy reading and employing in the things I write.
It allows me to prevent my words from being bound to the ground To let them breathe underwater And shed light on the darkest parts Of the unexplored soul, the parts I had actually always been aware of But had pushed into the closet of denial For I was never scared of being a coward Without me knowing It had always Chained me to the idea of false liberation What is the point of holding your head up If your gaze is shackled to the gravel beneath your feet What is the point of the sky If all you can ever do is stare at it And not build yourself a pair of wings And tear through it What is The point of the heart That is not broken
Now we're strangers again. Only this time, With memories.
Memories that accompany me To every place I travel to Memories that seep into every word, Every letter I write Memories that have latched on to me Like a wandering ghost that fell in love with me And now haunts me when I wake And when I sleep In my reality In my dream Where I sometimes scream And sometimes sing With joy With pain With you