act

sometimes i see everything
i see the blinds
i see the leaves drenched on the ground
displayed quite damply by a soft light

i see the soap in my bathroom
in its urgency to be used
it seeps through the opening
just a little bit every time

i see the folds of my pillow
trying to be the folds of amy's pillow

i see all these things
and for some reason
i feel all these things

can someone really feel what they see?
it doesn't make any sense
but thats what i describe it as

in a not so usual world
all these sights become things
they become themselves
but more so

and i sometimes tune into that place
and i get the feeling that
the world is trying to say something to me

its so...poignant and forceful
it doesn't make sense to me
but everything looks beautiful
and i want to be connected to these things

all the outlines that define what we perceive
they don't mean much
they just blend in and soak me in
being.

i wish someone could be me
just so they would know
that i am not just living

then at least there would be some sort of
understanding
or at least a detente of sorts

i guess this makes me sound out of tune
but i really am not
i get these rushes of wanting to be all at once
and i can't help myself

maybe its love