I pretend to be alone
because l am alone.
I pretend to cry so
that you may cry with me.
I choose to remain a shadow
of my own nostalgia,
so as to become a memory
refusing to die.

the strangest of things.
happen at the strangest of places.
at the strangest of times.

to be alone from my loneliness,
i constantly look down the barrel of a screen.
my black void eyes absorbing its white neon
light.
i search for the limelight.

But sometimes l ask:
Why can't we heart ourselves,
because we will bleed...........

I have never thanked myself, no l mean us:
mind, body and spirit.

Today l will take a moment and hug us because l have never.
I have never shown you love.
I am sorry.