Feather Circle

Do you have any idea how you make me feel?
The clothes you wear
The way you move
The words you speak

They make me see things
Hear things
Like they are not said
Nor done

You make me hallucinate
And reject reality
Immortal lust
In vain mortality

I refuse to write
About making love to you
I've done it
Too many times

I prefer to just
Look at my pen
Move as I write this
Down

Deeper and deeper
Into analysing
The emptyness
Of the earth's movement

You think it all moves for a reason?
So did I
But now I think
It's just there, still

Nothing has purpose
Unless you obssess over it
I obssess over everything
And now everything means nothing

Like it always did.