Memoirs of a Life Unlived

I want to fill the gaps in understanding not with words or thoughts but something different, something new which isn't noisy, doesn't clutter, cuts a path to something like solution, meaning, all the things to aim for, brings me close to what I hope is you. All the rest is cells and their components, all the rest is stumbling, reaching blind, drawing maps with empire-building frenzy, scoffing at the dark that's left behind. 

We all look like death. First Date breaks through skin, cracking up and coughing, checking everything when checking's all there is. We only see what's there and honeyed souls reside in pavement cracks. By all means weep, create a scene, but that, red eyes, is that.

We all look like death. First Date breaks through the skin, cracking up and coughing, checks everything until checking's all there is. We see only what's there and honeyed souls reside in pavement cracks. By all means weep, make melodrama, but that, red eyes, is that.