My little sister,
she
kissed
someone today.

Six times.

And I
am crying,
dying,

and alone.

If we cannot
experience life.
Until
we experience death.
How can we ever live.

That is what everyone
is afraid of.

Dying before ever having lived.

If you give
everything you have
Love with
everything you've got

what can you say to fate
how to respond to life.

Fleeting

Quickly
quickly
It escapes you.

It is the end of the very
Beginning.

Daylight:
A busy market.
I was lost
and I waited for everyone
to notice.

Twilight:
Eleven people,
I was lost
and I waited for anyone
to notice.


Midnight:
Just emptiness,
I am lost
(still)
and no one
notices.

A small ring of tea
Pools beneath the delicate china,
While the spoon clinks against
The walls of the glass
As the tea is stirred.
The sugar crystals shimmer
As they dissolve slowly into the
Spinning steaming froth.

The spoon continues to stir
Even though the crystals have
Long since disappeared.
And the figure stares
Absently into the swirling
Swirling drink.
As his life spins
Uncontrollably
And irrepressibly.