Long trips don't measure distance.
Deep breaths don't record depth.

Seen sudden shock and change.
Now witness slow wither and decay.

If I could just open my mouth.
If I could just say something.

A whole year passes.
No idea what happened.

A new year;
I am already forgetting.

Retreats are deeper than elusive sleep.
Dying slowly, alone, in front of screens, any screen will do.
Anxious weights in the presence of people I'll never know

To be careless, like them, must be an answer.

Closer than before but still completely out of focus.
Intense wonder has served no purpose.
Bowing out, surrendering beneath thick curtains,
Never knowing true antagonists or faceless oppressors.

Sparing doubt and masks, it will be as a dream,
Without connections, arbitrary relationship is king.

Flow of time is cruel but I have yet to forget you.
Too afraid of visiting stone monuments, where memories of you hide behind.
I only occupy my room, a room we once both occupied.

I read things I shouldn't.
I notice passages absent, lines blacked out like top-secret archives.
Anything positive now vanishing.

Sincere, heavy, and warm feelings have all dissipated.
Possessively overindulgent; even a timbre gentle white,
Goddess' voice could not alleviate my futile cynical mind.

Visceral note, I guiltily receive alone time to time.
A barbed birthday gift, spite still spilling from it.

Milk-skin and moon-eyed heroine of marvelous design,
Delusional ruin left behind;
She's all mine, I think.

I am muddy water settling.
Stones skipped on my surface.

People jumped and played in my depths.
Stirring fish thoughts and algae emotion.

Animals and trees kept hydrated on my pristine water.
I taste of vintage wine and drunk sunlight all the time.

Waterfall has to get away, going somewhere I've never been before.

There's no use in fighting or crying because you can always leave;
dry yourself off and erase your memory of my many streams.

Here we go
Here we don't

Admit defeat
In surrendering

Arms are useless
No reason in doing right things

Pointless fighting
Lashed out of friends and enemies

Have you seen me running?

No trust and
Not trustworthy

At second glance
Explicit content
Becomes Imaginary

Quickly lost my sweater
Lost my shirt

Summer rolls around
Sadly I can't help this.

We won't speak again
I'll make sure of it.

A stronger drink
In a bigger glass

I can't stand that
It's all going to break.

Needle still spins on
Without echo
Without tone
Without devotion

Laid side by side
Too intimidating

Dead branches of a tree
We still insist on using

Classical vibrations
Muted with a finger persuading

Soon we will be shipbuilding
In arid climate
Is it worth it?

Telegram obsessive
Rumor possessive

Thinking of excuses
For a second time.

Thinking of triplets
For snaking bass line.

Vagabond breath
I'm always losing.

Rip tide took me out
Walls of sand

Struggled then saved by a stranger
but
I thought you were my father.

Back to hotel rooms
Or Empty rooms
As if nothing ever happened.

I can see a stone
They put you under.

Eased our minds
That we could temporarily forget
Then find you again.

We made each other god
In worlds less than holy.

Mischievous; somewhere in between wayward and exasperating.

Expectations are aggravating;
When acceptance seems heavy in contrast to escaping.

Restraint and avoidance lacks tactics;
Both now seem increasingly attractive.

At once a beguiled captive; an observant idiot.
In correspondence, I've inadequate presence.

An incessantly sidelined wallflower.
An unintentionally shrinking violet.

I've ceased my habit of cigarette smoking;
I can smell sun rays melting the tar within streets we've been driving on.
Accumulating debris line the sides of city streets,
Leftovers from a thunderstorm's retreat.

Valleys and mountains seem to have undried green
Patches and dry rivers run temporarily exhilarated;
A swelling rush through landlocked zone,
Becoming such a secretive and succulent oasis.

A Summer season like this symbolically:
Within harsh desolate heat,
Air is voraciously evaporating liquids of life,
Creatures adapted for unpredictability;
Schemes for overcoming, constantly changing.

Somewhat repeatable patterns of Summer downpour seems like a blessing.
A rather rash and quick burst, calling to attention
A reminder that it will soon pass.
Advising to allow any present moment to fully consume your consciousness;
Savoring every solitary drop.