My friends are studying
to hold peoples’ lives in their hands,
to run entire companies,
to report the current happenings.

But I’m more scared than they,
for already I’m hanging by a thread.
And all I’ve got on my side...
                                                     are words.

one, two, three--
close your eyes
and you will see.

four, five, six--
after we end
the clock still ticks.

You tug
            tug
                tug

on my heartstrings again.


They say,

"Do what you must,
just don't let him in."

human hearts yearn.
when not a plea remains,

beating ceases.

Can't you
                  paint your
                               dream?
                                      mistaken.
                              use thought spray gun.

Tus secretos
se esconden
entre las arrugas
de mi corazón.

Y te prometo
si no regresas
tan pronto como
en mis sueños...

los dejaré salir.

It doesn't always happen when you'd expect it,
in the quiet hours when no one else is home.

It comes when I'm in the presence of my dearest friends, however new,
and suddenly, I look around me and see no one but strangers.

To my right I see the group I am a part of, but I don't fit in...
to my left the ones with whom I fit, but do not belong.