I am a happy person
Who is profoundly sad.

And I loved him with the love I refused to give to myself.

I stare at the mirror one again.
They only seem to notice the empty face and the black clothes.

Everything is going slow.
The only thing that gots my attention
is ...

Night
Tiptoes
Raven hue
upside down floor
An umbra sprinkled by diamonds gleaming
Consoles all lonely sentimental souls
A poetry
In stars,
moon and
sky

Emerge before me
Loom figure I long to see
Hallucination

Perfection is a mirage and even in me cannot be found
Beneath these flaws and differences
Are the sounds of hearty laughters
And the memories of rapt listening with untainted smiles.
What more can a friend cherish and desire?
I still find a friend in you.

tact—underrated—
as timing is so crucial—
so are the right words.

Amelia Blaska