Free Yourself

i can be violet as I raise my head of knowledge toward the shrinking sky above, it knows nothing, and we wait for the sign, we set our watches and we groove where there is nothing to play, to sing, to remember before the sunrise. But sometimes it's better to regret than hope too late and dream just enough. I sent you a letter filled with aphids to chew your mind away. You won't be thinking the same things soon, you won't notice that I'm gone, leaving the maroon ribbons tied to the drawer that no one has ever opened before. "Somehow I miss the realizations but then I find them again," you say as you leave town on Sunday, you can't see the sign that I see and together doesn't make a "we" But I love the darkness I love the mystic breeze turning my face into a soft oval shape as I turn my eyes toward the trees, they have always spoken to me. I'll see you again in a hundred years, I will fight to dissolve a heart winding around the bricks of this domain, we will open packages of dusty books but never shed any tears and we won't sing a refrain.