Illusioned Equilibrium

it’s silent

it’s sweet

it aches bleeding through my exposed flesh

we tremble in our touch

innocently experimenting

our fingertips shyly seep through the shores of the inevitable 

but we’re still full of ‘almost’s’

almost tending to a grip 

almost feeling…

never quite making it to the finish line

so we wait for one of us to take the leap 

the leap of faith 

faith that the inevitable will happen

faith that after, we’ll be lost

faith to begin something that will end the moment we start it

so we float around the shores

never quite settling to a float

way too soon to sink to the point of no return 

so we tremble

until we deprive ourselves of trembling 

we stay in a state of illusioned equilibrium 

because at least, that’s where we both exist.