Brownian Emotion

Ancient storms echo through my mind like the shattered glass in our halls.

I feel liked a carved out pumpkin at Halloween,

Today I discovered a snail trail slimy and slithering across the upstairs carpet.

This trial of breadcrumbs you lay out for me, Ingurgitated subsistence for an emaciated heart.

Did I trample on your words Or was the silence of your own volition?

I longed to touch you, Distant memory.

The paradox of your words, Keeps me up at night.