I am destitute within a no-mans land
Where fact and fiction mingle
Intertwined within one another
Their relation is that of oil and water
Nothing but resistance
Yet, they mingle nonetheless
My mind is that of the oil
Memories bubble up to the surface
Your face ingrained into my consciousness
Your voice a faint yet strong whisper of my past
My body - My soul
Is that of the water
Thoughts - of my reality
Drown out your faint voice
Popping each and every memory that bubbles up to the surface
My soul knows the reality I am force to live within - without you.
My mind however - longs to only remember you and I as we once were.
Nothing but resistance
Coexisting nonetheless
I am destitute within a no-mans land
Where fact and fiction mingle
Intertwined within one another
Their relation is that of oil and water
Nothing but resistance
Yet, they mingle nonetheless
I really enjoyed the duality of this piece, Reality and Memory. It flowed well between the two different yet so similar aspects of the Human conscience. The sorrow and longing was portrayed wonderfully. Especially in the lines,
Submission Name: Resistance 
