I fight love.
And with love.
The battleground of my soul.
It’s among the oddest portion of our bones.
Of two lost souls.
Of polarizing magnitude disregarding thought and consideration.
It has split me so many numbers.
I can barely see myself
and I drift.
I see a reflection of one who once was
I see one who wants to be.
Always in the middle.
Always treading on moonlit dots aware of the vast portion my mind calls home.
My disconnected breath is trapped.
It echoes when it fades because it always fades when it echoes.
Still I stand.
Two Lost Souls
24" x 36" Acrylic on Canvas
2012 by Mancel Lindsey