Semi Death

I always find myself in a semi death experience. The scenario plays again like an airplane crash not far away. When I fall asleep, I wonder if I will wake up dead. Everything begins to turn around and my mind spins into circles.

Tangled. Interrupted silences. Locked up in the labyrinths of time. A new feature. Captured in photographs. Teenage tourists never felt so good. Add it to the memory pile where I may touch on them again when running low.

Your screams overtake the landing just as they overtook the take off. Closed off in that perfect circle. Dancing in a pagan time. Due to arrive, preparing for it all. Keep looking, keep watching......these perfect photographs are worth your lifetime.

Now we're here, we're there. Contradicting the advice but I need a second life due. It's all in the end. Living and dying by features. All in aesthetic pleasure. It's nice if it feels good but what if there's nothing to it? I don't really want to live by it but I'm sure everybody else does.

I always find myself in a semi-death experience. When I feel freer away from you even when your hands are around my throat. Even then I can see their eyes watching. If they only knew how disjointed love can be. I wouldn't hesitate to tell them that.