I change my faca̶d̶es
like I change
my kabuki,
kumadori,
masquerade.

Strongly tonic.
Delicately platonic.
Performatively
neurotic.

—— Intermission ——

Formal *****,
casual dances,
tea ceremony.

Behind the stage
persona reveals.

Canapés with
unprecedented,
unpredictable taste.

Just how you might—
I like it.

🎭

Here I am on this cliffside, hanging—
on the verge of falling,
on a threat.

Never expected this to happen.
But you’ve pushed
this fluidity
to its very    
                       edge.

I’ve reached this cliff
that I never meant to climb.

I’ve liked you too much;
might’ve fallen for you
enough.

Enough.
****, I’m letting go.

I jump.
I fall—
enough!

I rise.

🧗🏻‍♀️

No ring on my finger,
no lullaby, just a linger
of noise and need
that I did not choose.

A borrowed child,
and in borrowed shoes.

A borrowed cradle,
in which I am
restlessly waiting,
relentlessly reading,
this flawed fable.

How did
I end up here?

Low
            batt,
high—
stakes.
(mi)stakes.

Moonlight.

Moon­ light.

🪫🌗

The web,
unraveling.

The focus,
flickering.

The world spins,
on a different axis.

LAN literally dying,
but the riffs?—
thriving.

🔀 📶

After
umpteenth
power naps;
2-hour drive—
gradually dissolved
into 5 hour of fleeting
microsleeps.

Driver
duty
/
duly.

Yours
truly.

💭

Rooted in resilience—
but true strength also lies
in empowering others
and growing from;
criticism.

Embrace
constructive
dismiss the -ve—
for growth thrives
where wisdom
is definitive.

Sink
or
swim;
you decide,
captain.

⚓️