Viewing those things that were not there
It was the bane of her existence
She wanted to expose them and show others what they could not see
If only she was better at that than she was. Every time she tried; the figments fled
Organizing her chaotic thoughts, she decided to try a different trap this time
NaNoWriMo would be motivation to finally capture them inside her words
Capricious thoughts scatter across his mental landscape
Reason and emotion decorate his headspace with the creative and the banal
Everything coalescing into a morass of possibilities and probabilities
A prime candidate for the existence of a higher purpose
That life is not just reacting to environmental stimuli and hormones
Unless it concerned her smirk
Reducing everything to its most primal place
Especially as she purred, kneading him, keeping him awake
Focusing on what memories she had left
Organizing them in some sort of mental filing cabinet
Realizing later that she had lost the keys to those drawers
Giving her so much less to attach her to this existence
Everything that was her softly faded out, lost to everyone
The fact that she was still alive was little consolation
Boosting those around her every day
Underpinning the sagging self-worth of the masses
It was a never-ending battle against the entropy of existence
Leaving her drained every evening when she went to bed
Drifting to sleep while praying that she could do more
Everyone was amazed how much one woman could do
Remarkable a mother could do
What she loved to do was count the stars in the night sky
Only she knew she could never get an accurate number
Not once did she let it stop her from what she perceived was her duty
Determined to be a witness to every star’s existence in its moment of time
Everything comes to an end, and one day she might be the only one to notice
Remembering the dot of light for what it might have been before it wasn’t there anymore
People milled around the in-ground pool enjoying their cocktails
Until two voices dominated the soundscape with their disagreement
Suddenly silence crashed into existence
However the splashing soon followed
Getting through the tight squeeze called life was always a challenge
As her whole existence had been between a rock and a hard place
Perhaps that’s why she was able to surprise them when she cracked her world and began to fly
It all comes down to creating something new
Not that it is easy, but with inspiration and perspiration
New things can come into existence
Of course you hope to capture lightning in a bottle
Value of your creation skyrockets, your company declared a unicorn
And you would be hailed as a genius
That is all well and good, but first do the hard part
Envision a new future and make it happen
Finding the boarders of his existence
Realizing that what he pictures isn’t infinite
And that is strangely okay with him
Making his world more intimate
Enveloping him in a hug
Want to hit it so damn badly
And then punch my way through, removing it from my existence
Leaving only dust to witness where the impediment once stood
Letting me race ahead till I find the next…
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