weeping across destinations and floors alike

Weeping across destinations and floors alike
I hear her voice and my body, not my mind, wants to cry
As if they can ever really be separated.

My sins and salutations both regard judgment as it truly is
Just an idea that sometimes creates action
Sometimes creates false epistomologies
Random encounters

You take me in terms of what you believe me to be
And I do the same.
And we all do the same, and the same, and the same.

I weep across floors
I have destinations never realized
I have places locked and unlocked
I have no one and all of it.

That I see you is an intellectual act of faith
That you see me is a dispelling of the myth
I hear her voice and cave on the inside
weeping across floors and destinations

I use poetry to say what I can never actually get said
What you can never actually get heard
Hopefully some sort of feeling is transmitted
Hopefully I feel better
Hopefully I see you and me in this

Because without weeping, we may never know
Truly know
What it is to have reprieve.

I dance lines in ambivalence
The snow is real and falling
I use it to touch the sky
Or is it...the other way around?

I close my eyes every time I hear that one line from that one song:
And a deep desire to dust my chin with a finer ash
and the air got cold
and the sky got dark
and I kissed your lips with the safety off

What I know, is that I am beauty
And today I am very sad.
"Tie me down or I will run...
Tie me down and I will run".