Together as a Part.

Words might be at a loss, as the lights flicker through my mind.
Doors open but close quickely, I try, vainly, to express, to paint
this canvass, to make it clear. But lost are my thoughts through
these corridors, darting in and out of each room, playing through
the night of voices, of statements, and arguements that stain
these floors.

Can't you see? I am here, it's all fallen, at times it's
been blown apart and the memories linger, creep up on us
and remind us that we're not perfect. But we're perfect
together, we're perfect when we're not apart, but completely
incomplete when left alone.

This you have to believe, because faith is not seeing but feeling,
and with reason finding a point to believe in, a thought to latch
on to, an action of proof. We are still standing, we are still moving
and even if the dance has slowed does not mean the chorus isn't
the same. The beat changes but always come back again; constantly
flowing and renegotiating the atmosphere around, the different players,
the different faces, and what? Then back to us. Back to us, slowly
we have to rotate as one and understand that words aren't always
enough.

But at this moment, hold your tongue and hear mine, know as confusion is
rampant, clearity and direction is always around the corner. I am here,
as long as you're breathing I am always here.