Stare Spells

I tried, to keep it in, some sort of memory...
I tried.
Growing through a shade of grey light,
I laughed in the dark unknown and in short aired
breaths to lather in the calm – I tried to keep you out.
At the end, I stood there.
At the end, I stood against you.
Reflections,
dismantling tides of distractions eating away at my brain.
Everyday that I stay not moving forward with the
same itches attracting my fingertips to my temples.
Letting abstractions claim ghosts, I see my shapeless form
Looking away not knowing what to accept.