I've been realizing lately that inspiration has been coming in the most random of ways. That phrase down there, "saturated with jealousy..." that was something someone said to me in a complete sarcastic tone just kind of joking around. But something about the phrasing really stuck with me and I started dissecting the word "saturation." I've found that if I keep writing a word and what I think of in relation to it I usually end up with something completely different and kind of random and maybe not quite related to the word at all... I don't know. I'm kind of off in tangent city.
These pieces spring from the tips of my eyelashes
And cover the pavement beneath me
Complete and total saturation
of every part of my being
I exhale you and breath you back in
I am filled
I am everywhere and nowhere
You are nothing and everything
I step over and around the puddles on the pavement
Avoiding, distancing, holding my breath
But you surround every piece
You wrap yourself around my little finger
Into my ear drum
Between my lips and into my throat
Saturated
You lodge yourself there and appear on the tip of my tongue
I am a prisoner
I am infatuated
I am powerless and you take me over
Giving everything and nothing
Saturating me.
I feel like that is not finished. But its all I have for now.
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