Everyday

So numb. Feel nothing. Retrace, desperate memories. Old, wet smiles, are now my life support. Plugged into what.... the everyday? Watching future illusions, through eyes, present. They are still soft and misty, from past passion and pain. Knowledge and lore, kept in locked compartments. They are too intense, when left unlocked. Visiting only, to touch the tip of life's wonderment. Similarily, remembering to crawl, back into the maze. The distinct, identical sensation, of love and heartache. Both, ripping at your soul, with hot abandon. Leaving you breathless, and wanting more. Scream quietly, for no one hears. Love, forever loud, for no one hears. Listen.... for no one ever hears the listener.