like there is anything to say.
like i could ever absolve myself to you.
your sincere decency,
the way your heart keens for love:
and i am nothing,
i am careening out of normality
in search of something much greater.
you are a whole different plane of thought,
something simple:
and i am convolutions,
curves in the road,
twists in your straightforward path.
there is never anything to say,
there is no way i could absolve myself to you.