To you and the time that may or may not come.

My life is short.

What you have brought me now is what I wish for and more.

I despise the day you take it all away.

When my happiness collides with others fear of what I may become. Of what I already am.

The time when I have to be demolished, forgotten and worthless.

I'm hopeless for the future.

Destiny is a scam I once believed in.

I left my destiny in your invisible hand.

I have wasted my time with knees on the ground bruised, scratched and bleeding.

Repeating those words, hoping for forgiveness.

I'm unworthy of your unspoken words.

I might be corrupt in your eyes but I love it.

Yours Unfaithfully.

The smoke from your cigarette is forming shapes, you imagine make believe characters of your own.

Headlights of cars passing by are forming shadows on the wall.


The ticking clock disturbs you.

You are your own brain’s little tricks.

Your chapters are a colliding mess.


Your secrets are just time vessels.

You inject yourself with melodies, but it’s a temporary escape.


Your vanes are made of silk, your blood feels like shards of glass cutting through.


Warm feathers cover you, protected by a metal shield.

You mistake your acquaintances as demons.

Your terrors are the ones who keep you company.


Your hands quiver as you write this on a piece of paper that it’s future is to be torn.

As I ride my bike.

All I see is darkness in front of me.

All I hear is the soft classical music in my ears.

The full moon above me.

The city lights are in waves, vibrating, dancing to the music
My thoughts, my legs like the wheels, unstoppable.

They’re taking me places.

Kidnapping me from this world.

This world where leaders are misleading.
Playing chess with our minds, misplacing.

All we are is a globe sized mad house.
The insane are in command.
And the sane are overthrown.

Mistakes are mistaken for corrections.
White lies growing up to be dark lies.

Humanity is worthless while objects are worthwhile.

All it did is keeping me misguided .
Reunited with the feelings of confusion that what we call our world had led me to.

I got all of these thoughts and they’re meaningless.
I have all of this fear and it’s insignificant.

One day I might have the strength to do something.
To stop and lend a hand.

But for now and the coward of a soul in me.

I ride.

I ride to the dark.

The rushing air captivates my body.

The music overshadowing my brain.

Thoughts fleeing as my legs paddle faster.

I find comfort in the speed.

I find comfort in the darkness.

I find comfort in the light.

I find comfort in letting my thoughts go.