Nothing for you & even less for me

Nothing for you & even less for me

Nothing for you & even less for me

Sometimes the urge to remain silent becomes almost suffocating. What do you do when the urge to purge all that inside you gets muffled by ones own voice?

Sometimes I feel as if my mind and body are simultaneously betraying me. My eyes become a faucet and fountain for all the detached and reattached emotions that fills up to the brink. For what my mouth refuses to speak, my legs and arms replaces with insatiable anxiety and restlessness.

How long does it take until one becomes devoid of all feeling? Even anger parishes when constantly prodded and picked at.

Unlike the earth that continues to give and give, my body refuses to give what belongs to me. But then I start to question what 'ownership' really means. What perverse satisfaction do you get when you hear me speak?

I sometimes think that theres little meaning behind the 'we', you, he, and she.

I often whisper to the wind and trees. Living between the farms and mountain springs does little to help me feel relieved. Oh how bitter and succulent are the grapes that began to wither under the scorching heat! They pick you and devour you until you bleed.

I'll give and you'll take.

By day I am deafened by the voices that constantly tinker with me, until the moon comes and hears my pleas, but then binds me with its false promises of freedom. Don't offer what is not yours to give.

Can you hear the sounds the ocean makes? My voice is there being crushed beneath the sea. Sinking and sinking beneath the soles of your feet.

Can you feel me? Can anyone HEAR ME? If you're looking for me, I am between the boulders and trees.

Amina

Thank you darlin' friend for giving me the courage to post this. You sweet sweet soul.