For Linsey, 9 traumas ago

Published: Dec. 28, 2017, 4:26 a.m.

b'She taught me that I was love. Yet she had never met me, or heard me. Or seen my flesh in real time, minute by shaking minute in my own tremble. It\\u2019s never on purpose, I swear. I am always just a little bit afraid, I don\\u2019t think it\\u2019s anybody\\u2019s fault. I think I\\u2019ve a frantic mind. She has started to notice, I can hear her getting frightened\\u2014she is talking craziness now. She\\u2019s not stopping and I can\\u2019t keep up with her. So I get down on the ground and do nothing but listen to her. Everything else now is not there anymore. It is these moments I want more of, the ones we never realize. The happening. I know now, how to allow myself to believe that there are no worries, to focus only on THIS, the moment.\\nThings imagined are almost always heightened. It\\u2019s called synthetic dreaming, or \\u201csynthetic happiness\\u201d. Everything is slightly or horrifically colorful and perfectly paced. Out of bounds and out of reality. So you see, I know that there c\\n\\n--- \\n\\nSend in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/message\\nSupport this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support'