Chained, R.

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As deep down as possible. He buried his emotions diving into it as deeply as. Into the deep sea. Taking every new day, every new night in. Clouds. The passage of time. Breathing in, breathing out. Diving in again, making his feelings for her his own, burying them deep down below the earth’s darkest layers this time. Below the sea. Remain strong. He must remain strong. Untouchable. Wounds, deep. Scars, invisible. ‘It’s alright. If I don’t think about her, my feelings will go away. She will become a faded memory’. A lie, he tries to convince himself of. But, he knows, dreams of it. Sweats. In repetition. Every day, she is transformed a little more into a lingering ghost in his subconscious. A spectre. Moving below his level of consciousness, she has transmuted into an unattainable ideal. A symbol of the feminine archetype for him. Not knowing this, he walks around without seeing, trapped in the veils of his own blindness. His heart, chained to her. He can’t shake it, shake her off. So, he pushes it further down. Deeper. Deep down as possible. To the earth’s core.

Enlight198

photo: Ryan Muirhead.

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Saudade

Like
the vine
that misses
the strength
of its roots,
its grapes
maturing
slowly
under
the sun,

the sailing
ship
that awaits the
wind,
before speeding
towards
an unknown
destination,
not yet
discovered,

the sound
that completes
the silent image,
moving
particules
of air, sonic
waves,
creating
meaning,

the diacritic
sign
that needs its
place
over the letters
s, z, or
c,
to cross over
to the position
above the
line,

Closing
the circle
of life,

He        misses her