Stare Spells

I tried, to keep it in, some sort of memory... I tried. Growing through a shade of grey light, I laughed in the dark unknown and in short aired Breaths to lather in the calm – I tried to keep you out. At the end, I stood there. At the end, I stood against you. Reflections, Dismantling tides of distractions eating away at my brain. Everyday that I stay not moving forward with the Same itches attracting my fingertips to my temples. Letting abstractions claim ghosts, I see my shapeless form Looking away not knowing what to accept.