“What are men to rocks and mountains?”
The disillusioned know
“we do not suffer by accident”.
So damn these feet, damn unsteadiness
from these damn dreams falling through your damn arms,
I’ll be damned if this is nostalgia,
damn these losses, damn this love so wrong
to love myself through blind corners,
damn laughter, damn sleep,
damn fantasy, damn control,
I want both
I miss it all.