I ended up there,
close enough
to reach out
but not quite
always just out of reach
trying to understand what kept pulling at me
during the late hours
in the stillness
But that feeling of being so close
felt like pressing my hands
against a pane of glass
unable to break through
unable to really live
only able to see the
almost that was just beyond
Tag: surreal literature
language
I could
but the key to the lock
was a
forgotten language
its words lost
to time and silence.