I’m drenched
in the flood
which has yet to come

I’m *******
in the prison
which has yet to exist



Not having played
the game of chess
I’m already the checkmate



Not having tasted
a single cup of your wine
I’m already drunk



Not having entered
the battlefield

I’m already wounded and slain



I no longer
know the difference
between image and reality



Like the shadow
I am

And

I am not

Love is the cure,
for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain
until your eyes constantly exhale love
as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.”

Relax.
Everything's
Gunna be
Alright.
Relax now.
Deep breaths.
Inhale. Exhale.
Now remember all the
Good times.
Yeah, you'll be alright.
Only a few more deep breaths,
Until all things work out again.

Your body is a work of art.
And I have just recently become
A connoisseur.

Ants must wonder if I have emotions
How could I?
Ending them in one short motion
Ants must think i'm such a creep
Who am I?
Why do I stare so long and deep?
If a giant walked up to your home
And refused to give you time alone
If he smashed your city on his own
Would it not chill you to the bone?
Those brave little *******.