the words written down in the book, they were so bold with my mind subtly displaced. lost in a dream, this warrior fought for an unknowing princess he sought for so long. never giving thought of his maiden back home. adulterous lips making gestures at a snake passing by whose life he knows nothing of, how many rats killed? mice swallowed up? while coated in confusion your love carries on, you know not what to say, so you hide it away. you knew it would end up here from the start. when confronted lower your sword, avert your eyes, out of her gaze. ponder and wonder where the words could have gone. but it’s too late when her chariot is gone. thus my mind carries on, wondering how any of this makes sense. the sun will set soon, and with it comes a fluid sense of reality. it assures me that everything will be okay. everything will always be okay, as long as the sun rises tomorrow. as long as a rainy day is gray, and the blue sky returns eventually. subjective apathy disregarded, left alone. in disrepair, left untold, was a story that ended long ago. but we go on reading none the less. this blank page undefined by ink, only stained with somber tears. but how bad is emptiness? just a canvas for the human mind.i will sit at my thrown of false excellence, questioning and second guessing my reprieve. little know is this cheesecake forest to a paradox of cellular respiration. this is my subtly displaced mind.