Reflections on water,
sun’s shining bright —
and it made me think of you.

How hard can you be?
You drive me off
my sanity.

The long enough I wait,
and I see —
I’m running into your arms,
arms that forgot
how I had been.

I am burning.
And I know —
nothing
will stay the same.

We are gnawing
at each other.
Nothing stays.
Nothing stays the same.

You embrace me.
You throw me off the edge.
Still, I know —
nothing stays the same.

THE CALL OF THE VOID.

Everything’s dictating me.
What’s to be done?
Off with you, dictator!!

Nothing new to me —
just the void.
All the same.

Here’s to that call —
again.
Again.

Dreams scream real
while I lay asleep
in my bed.

All the things you do—
echo like footsteps in ribs.
I am an idiot,
who doesn't know questions,
not the kind that make sense,
not the kind that leave answers.

Am I you?
Or are you me?
Or are we mirrors
cracked in different colors,
reflecting only where we broke?

A part of me
doesn’t want to see you—
but every part of me
craves that which is you.
I don’t know what’s breaking
or what’s already broken.
I only see tricks.

So am I tricking myself
to believe it’s love?
Is it madness?
It isn’t everything—
but in the silence, it becomes everything.
Sometimes
it’s a movement in static
I feel
that’s dancing.

Did I forget
to move on my own?
It’s been a while.

I’m just a filter now,
a filter of remembrance,
catching echoes
from a self I almost remember.