i navigate the slope of loneliness
feel its texture
rub my fingers between the fabric.
the truth of life reared its ugly head
it spoke in a voice i only imagined.
we blind ourselves
from the multiple strings
that make up the whole.
each thread contains
a personality of time
in layers upon layers of itself.
when the confusion stops
silence allows one voice to be heard
in the darkness i cannot keep eyes open
they close and same vision persists.
i extend my hand into the unknown
and feel my way through the intangible.
