Enshrine This Together Upon a Banner Called "No Such Thing"

Poem by Zachary Dillard

I was confronted today with how alone I actually am in this world:

Perhaps this "I AM" should be redefined as a "WE ARE".

We spend every conscious and subconscious breath, whether voluntary or not

Within the entrapments of our minds, most of the time surging through thoughts and mental apprehensions

That we don't even comprehend or take heed to.

24 hours a day, 7 days a week, and so on and on so forth in either construction.

I have spent sunrises chasing down sunrises

All without talking to a soul.

And I do mean

Talking,

Listening,

Enveloping and understanding someone.

I refrain from intertwining talking with the run-of-the-mill commentary or recap of the days events.

That is not talking, that is updating or

Highlighting.

That does not quench a thirst of wonderment which we seem to only find within our minds.

What happens to these days once we live through them?

Is it degraded or upgraded to yesterday?

Is "our" memory the only intoxicating vital sign that can bring a yesterday back?

Perhaps our yesterdays are simply the future's tomorrows.

Perhaps the future's tomorrows fly far above our yesterdays.

Only within yourself do we digress from an end, and insist upon a new beginning at every turn.

We have been integrated to this virtual bastardization of a social conscious that there is a "together".

Together?

Together like how?

Together, of course, as in the guy who I cut off on the road has the same compassion for me as I do him…

Together, as in the lady who is smoking right in my face gives a damn about my health, and most certainly world health…

Together, as in our all-you-can eat meal plan, where tons of wasted food is trashed instead of in hungry mouths elsewhere…

Together, as in this psychologist truly understands and decisively believes what I just thought now…and now… and now...

Together, as in claiming to be hand-in-hand with hope, faith, and

Love.

I believe in love,

I am loved,

I have been loved, and will be forever.

This is where "I AM" once again becomes "WEARE".

Love does not represent this together, though, far from natural constraints social perception has placed upon it.

Love is a means to an end.

Love satisfies, and ends a craving… or perhaps that craving perceptibly just disappears.

Love comforts, soothes…gives meaning and finds hope…

Love does not mean that we are not individually alone in this world, however.

It is unrealistic and far from fathomable to believe that you convey to your beloved your every thought.

You can not even fully explain every thought to yourself.

It has become inescapable that we go, often times hurrying, through life mostly within ourselves

And all the time, we are believing there is a place called "together" that doesn't exist.

We are in search of a destination unattainable.

We are in denial of our self-inflicted truths.

We are only the shimmers within.

We are wanting to be wanted.

We are the unimaginable.

We are scared.

I am alone.