That which is…


That which is…

There you are admits the confusion…the haze that encircles you- breathing itself into the very essence of that which is you. The  genuine essence that pushed you towards the daze of perceiving that which is.

That which is…how to gasp that what is left ?  The sweet illusion of that what should be.  Paralyzed now! The weight of  existence  granulating that which was You -piece by piece. Legs bearing the command of  desolation. The heart straining to rise and fall in the stream of that what was.

Vibrations infiltrating that which is no more. Yet, there nestled deep within the remnant of hope. The expectation for the M-i-r-a-g-e to remain the steady unfailing companion.

That which  is…..that which was.


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