Bring Us Back To Life

Imagine the privacy. Imagine the idiocy of time just passing away. The future has no past and yet no present. Staring into a room with your love by your side. Suspended by disbelief that this can't be happening. But it is. But it is. The old you that went before has now been and gone. Open the door and bring us back to life.

And where do we go if you refuse? My mind is keeping up the complications that have us reformed and deformed. Nothing really makes much sense but the urge is too strong and I cannot break with you. You numb the pain that eats inside of me. My mind can't think of any more words to say in this. The failure of language gets in the way of things once again.