when you're waiting
and pining for your love,
every minute seems like a year.
is this heaven?
or is this hell?
i've lost my heart
and where i lost it,
i forgot that place as well.

would you rather plaster together the parts of a rubble,
knowing the cracks will cause more casualties than the battle

would you rather build castles with the dusty ruins,
starting from the sand left by your broken visions

would you rather cry listening your past lover,
calling their new beloved their "heart's true keeper"

would you rather sing songs of unheard symphonies,
or soothe the heart with souvenirs of old melodies

there's something about unfinished work
faceless portraits
hanging poems
dead plot stories
everlasting melodies

paranoid automatons
surveying themselves
within
de-civilizing panopticons;
a missing guard
in a rich light tower
watching you
watch yourself

this summer
is going to be
more glorious than ever.
i'm going to go on road trips,
explore the corners of this city.
i will try to make art
and take photographs
of still things
and maybe candid freezes
of the loudest smiles.
i want to kiss the sun,
before the sun kisses me.
i want to cry to the ocean
before the ocean cries to me.
i want to swing on plastic seats,
i want to kiss soulful beats.
i want to remember this summer,
before this summer remembers me.

i wonder before i wander
for the corridor is empty
i know i have neighbours
are they here?
do they care?
do they wonder as they wander?

i feel like the leaves in november's middays;
dying,
fragile,
and certainly of not summer's company.