>the grace of every breathe

>Transcending temperamental, divided within indifference
Learning and discerning
My needs beyond your competence
You think I don’t know
You think I can’t see
But when words become a wish
Gone as quickly as a shooting star
Forgotten like blown out birthday candles
I can see
What I should explore
The why
And the how
The courtship of my own.
The act of confusion
Divides the indifference from the difference
The sum of my words
Is in the remains of perpetual silence