Ordinary

Moments drawn out between,
what is real and what is alchemy.

My mind and it's state run parallel around what I know, and what I feel.

Truth rendering my light,
jaded.

Yet, in the realm of affection,
the meeting of our most visceral emotions.
I find an eternity.

I discover:
ordinary is as obsolete as guilt,
A visceral hunger to expect the future -
poison.
Defying what means more to me -
naturally.

And so,
I do not force words from my lips,
they flow as plainly as breath.

As if this life depends,
on writing.