- Delirium Delirious -
Friends and kisses. Intimate little nose touches and back kisses with a near stranger who I’ve swapped trauma with but barely broken down the walls circling our performative bubble. Whooooooo am I trying so desperately to be? I either reach backward or thrust forward, never content with exactly where or who I am. What an absolute mockery of existence to ever be drawn forward while simultaneously longing to go back. An excluded middle I can’t ever prove yet must try every moment to when I’m swallowed up in memory and activity. Delirium delirious. I am a salutary glance tilted askew by forgotten commitments I begrudgingly fulfill. What a sensationally incendiary set of rulings I give myself. A long way gone, departed from the coil of a once world, wrapped up in what might still be but never is.
