Empire Of The Senseless

‘My dearest boy, haven’t you found peace?’             ‘At times, yes, I am ecstatic with it. There are days where I am able to do nothing go nowhere not eat nor sleep, those are the days I give into my breath. These are my boundaries; the armor I build for myself. But there is this unrest, my love; it burns under every inch of my skin. It pulls and screams and begs of my willingness to move for what seems like no reason. Move! I move. I am full of rage and I hate you! And I will find you. And I will save you. And I will bite my lip and clench my teeth while I stand before you. And you will say nothing, as my eyes will steal every stupid word from your quivering lips, as I’ve taught them so well to do. And then, with your unexpected silence piercing my guts, I will speak. You will be still in knowing there is nothing to be known. And peace will come again.’             When I close my eyes and dream I am 33. Normally age is meaningless to me. But these numbers are especially magical, as these are the present