Bewildered and Woefully Wilted

i prefer to remember you like this there was a time when this space was meant only for us now we created a hole that allowed grief and stress we are now shades of our former selves living in oblivion within ourselves i am on a roller coaster ride as i stare endlessly out of the window the bends reminds me of the nausea of our never ending changes what i would not give for a sweet dose of organic glory right now that is what it felt like when we first met somewhere between fantasy and black paradise, reality and truth tapped us on the shoulder what died is our merged recognition of reason and our emboldening of The Reason i guess that is why i turn to isolation as my visibly invisible mistress in the center of walking the floor over you, i prefer to remember you like this