As the world plummets
So will my mind

As the sky becomes polluted
So will my eyes  

As the bright lights start fading
So will my dreams

What I think has become infinity

I can't see what is right in front of me

Because the bright lights are nowhere to be seen

I poured some coffee on the ground

It's now on my feet

I don't want to write this,
but I am
I don't know what to write,
but I am

I sat outside today
and I got bored,
so - I poured some coffee on the ground

I don't know what to make of life
but I am

I was always infused by the quartz of time
I balanced love in separate hands ; cut , aching , refusing to heal

Happiness was measured out one grain of sand at a time
My measuring cup runneth over

My thoughts are bleached  bone white .
But I have preserved the marrow of my ways

I am the walking cacti
that push rocks in the sand creating the trails of tears that never reach the ground

I am desert
Full of the emptiness
that exists on the face of clocks and time

I am one grain of sand
The silence of the wind
I have no foundation
I'm tendered to my whims

Climb the mountain,
And see what's on the other side of fear.

Sometimes,

Runny mascara is needed
To clean off your face
Define your own tears
And they'll never go to waste