Stare Spells

I tried, to keep it in, some sort of memory...
 I tried.
 Growing through a shade of grey light,
 I laughed in the dark unknown and in short aired
 breaths to lather in the calm – I tried to keep you out.
 At the end, I stood there.
 At the end, I stood against you.
 Reflections,
 dismantling tides of distractions eating away at my brain.
 Everyday that I stay not moving forward with the
 same itches attracting my fingertips to my temples.
 Letting abstractions claim ghosts, I see my shapeless form
 Looking away not knowing what to accept.