Salt in our wounds,
burning, bleeding

the pain’s not
not enough

but it’s hard to
believe

wounds can’t
heal until

we’re finally
set free.

refusing to believe
we’re still here

falling, tripping
into our own fears

ever-present but
not really here

only existing,
and living
in the afterlife.

reaching the light,
chemicals collide,

we’re one step
closer to the other side.

Just because they have
a heart, does not mean they are
capable of love

6:51 AM
6/8/24

On the brightest of days you were by my side,
And on the darkness of days you chose to hide.

A robot, solving a Rubix cube
   in less than a second, gives
     a sense of future dread.

Yet, I think, I will really worry,
   when it chooses, too change,
      the colored circles instead.

I have set my limit
Given my conditions
And now I must live with it