here one moment.
gone the next.
i didn't even see,
how he took it from me.

how did i not notice?

how dare i...

i feel like a magnet.
attracting every possible situation i don't want to be in.
for once,
can't i repel?

she was an enigma.
unknown to even herself,
apparently not quite daring enough to open up...
we all keep a part just to ourselves, don't we?
she was a riddle.
waiting to be unraveled.
a puzzle,
with a missing piece that fell to the floor,
never to be found again,
so the puzzle will never be quite complete.
she was a mystery.
a labyrinth so complex,
not even she dared to start.

who will crack her case...?

sitting here,

just me and myself.

the world half asleep,

but about to rise.

birds singing their song,

the sun peeks up to have a listen

what is the great perhaps?
to escape the labyrinth that is life,
to decide on a final word?
no.
my great perhaps must be to escape the labyrinth...

but come out the other side.

i don't know what or how to feel,
what's my deal?
never a comprehension of emotions,
never an understanding of feelings.

in bed before two
only three minutes before
four words, here, it means more.

five words to change today,

"today is going to be"

six words to turn it over,

"a good day and here's why"

seven words to complete the phrase,

"today atleast you're you and that's enough."