I have always been
And will always be.
Nothing created or
destroyed, You see.

Infinity
inside us all.
Star stuff makes up
this tiny blue ball.

Thermodynamics
directing the course
energy and matter's
chaotic discourse.

Never dissipating.
Always in flux.
I'm still here,
and that is the crux.

Do not be sad,
nor shed a tear.
I simply changed states,
I will always be near.

So say your goodbyes
to this one incarnation,
And know it isn't over,
temporary emancipation

Particles spinning
here, but not.
Quantum reality
more than one shot.

It never ends,
we will always be
in different forms
that's our reality.

In the bag,
you can find a dictionary;
you can find words
like
“alone,”
“gone.”

You can find
a week’s worth
of candy wrappers,
too many empty pill-bottles,
blunt pencils
and ripped pages
and crumpled notes
and band-aids
that didn’t help.

If you looked deeper,
you might find lottery tickets,
forgotten phone numbers
and puzzle pieces
and more empty things,
bottles,
containers,
bags,
hearts.

More words:
“lost,”
“missing,”
“unknown;”

some dust
and pennies
and elastic bands
and plastic knives
and drastic decisions
and

nothing

except
maybe

a few more words

A Dream I Wish It was,
When the hounds of hell
Were unleashed up my family

A Dream I Wish It was,
When I heard the horrific
Screams from the bedroom,
When the faces of the
Traumatized children leaked

A Dream I Wish It was,
When the aftermath caused
Me to weep day in and day out,
Wishing it was only a figment of
My hell - filled imagination

A Dream I Wish It was... ... ...