Age onset perspectives of positive discrepancies.
The older I get the more I understand less.
The more I leave my body to wonder around alone like a ghost in a poor mans home.
One day she’ll die and I’ll be lost forever but today we argue and pretend that day will never come.
She’ll regret her words and I’ll regret some.
We’ll both regret the hurts but whilst she’s here I’ll come undone.
Make judgements about it being new baby blues and all that hogwash and tish.
These are speculative tendencies I usually blow a bird to a “Sit on this”
This time I’ve no time. It’s much more than this.
It’s an age onset thing like religious parables inside a diamond ring.
Like marriage vows with no V and an R.
Like buying a Porsche when you can’t drive a car.
It’s more of the everything and less of depression.
It’s I can’t lift a finger because there’s just too much pressing.
It’s a song and a dance when the rainbows are out.
The love of two girls when the doves scream and shout.
It’s having the feet but nowhere to walk.
It’s challenging behaviours and nobody to talk.
Fastening seatbelts but not going too fast.
Being scared of heights whilst flat on the ground.
It’s screaming at night without making a sound.
It’s for those who have everything because they came through it with demons.
It’s the 28th March and I still pretend you’re just sleeping.
© G.P Williamson 2018