Located Imbicility

Can you know the very same wisdom as I? The knowledge that came at the expense of learning. Experience isn't everything that first hands imply. Just a fraction of the fractured piece to returning. And it always comes to rest. As the sun seems to always rise for the morning. See those bleeding colors at the horizons crest. Refraction for the day that's forming. Even when i can see you, alive and right in front of me. I feel so very far from you and home. The manifesting of the end of my life, my world, most cherished piece of me. I've found the ice in this, a place where such cold was never known...

It's almost impossible for me to believe and even more difficult to cope. We made it out to only ruin our own divinity. I'd relent to a higher power but keep thinking back to rope. It's all falling apart and i can only watch by helplessly.

And i can see it all within you the same. Dumbfoundedness and indignation and the expanding distance. This hurt is our own and what happens when we played stupid games. Shared absurdity, i feel so filthy, this is the end how can we be finished. I've located this dumbfuckery, this imbicility. It only took every chance you had for me. Love was the easy part, but the bullshit muddied simplicity. Can't wrap my head around, dumbfounded facsimile...