muse

faded. the last shades of a melancholy sunset. i'm riding caterpillers along the horizon. dissolve my self into the light as it hits the mulberry branches. exquisite in it's simplicity. drop off the end of conversations and into the evening as it stretches taught across the sky.

yet i am unmoved.

is this how everyone else lives? will i go the way of stockings and turn into tatters on legs? i don't want to sink like the twilight. imperceptible as i become obselete. i am a riddle remembered from childhood. chiming like doorbells. i am awaiting an opening to slip into something else.