Do not seek
refuge in people.
People are transient
like the phases of the moon.

Holding on to grudges
is like drowning in an ocean.
Only that the ocean is hate
and the waves are poison.

I slept fine last night.
But I woke up hungover.
I must have dreamt about you.

And sadly,
there are
no hospitals
for souls.

Write me at night
under the lamplight
where you can hardly
make out the outline
of my ugly, pale face.
Do you, darling, see
the fading lamplight
in my twinkling eyes?
Oh just write me
a beautiful scene of
our long lost paradise.

I'm both too much
and too little,
a full moon and
an eclipse;
I have never
known balance.

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