Sometimes the world is all too much.
Other times it is simply not enough.
It is overwhelmingly beautiful that way.
I want to understand you
&maybe if you gave yourself some time,
you could understand me too.
...I guess I’m afraid
That maybe you don’t see me.
Do you see my colors?
But what are we, if we do not feel?
Your colors are leaving me,
Now they are just painted on the walls.
I admire the monsters that live within you.
I think they are beautiful.
As I waited I felt you fading,
In a small blanket of snow.
On the corner of a familiar street,
At the Motel Du Beau.