intertidal

lacunae. hit and miss sensibilities; hit and miss holes. missed possibilities. perfection not fully realized unless not shared. happiness only realized when shared. question. depth unrealized until gauged by compression stops. foundation through glued support. morning shines-i am pounded by the faux intentions. i cannot compress that into my brain; i have spent every waking hour trying to understand its being only to be plagiarized. but it will go on as such-silence spent through time scared of flee, scared of fight. and will not enjoy even if well-meaners tell me to relax and enjoy the wait. it is weight on me. i am being crushed; pushed towards useless pursuits. i cannot reaize myself with your subtle expectations