We try to relay
what we see
or seem to see
through the
smudged
frosted
or
fogged-up
windows
or
casements
between us

Seeing what we
see or seem
to see may
seem
delightful
or
troubling
at
times

but it's
all about
the inclination
of
wanting
and even
needing
to
see
the
truth

or truths
of what we all are
deep down inside
and trying to
at least be
a piece of the
puzzle
that can
aid the
receptive
listener
or reader
in
seeing

a bit more
of who they are
and who we are
in the picture
of our lives
and in the
wider picture
of life
and
living
in
a
volatile
and
complex
world

We need to keep
 testing the waters
 and acclimate.

A ticking clock sits crooked on the kitchen wall only to help us wave
the seconds goodbye.

Why did we stare at it everyday?
It's the same routine just the next day.
It becomes the next week, the next month,  then the next year.

The seconds go by with
many desolute moments
and many cringe worthy processes.

Where does all this time go while it crushes our dreams, destroys our ambitions, as we sip on a pina colada
on a beach to nowhere

Is it 5 o'clock somewhere?

Feels like midnight though
with a full moon
crossing over with rainclouds
that are beckoning to be heard.
Time didn't stand still for
those thunderstorms in our bedrooms,
but we did welcome them in.

Glancing back at the clock on the wall,
the essence of time keeps going.
We cannot retreive those lost seconds until we capture the moments
we have together.

Why do you like me?

I am broken

Unfixable

My blood is cold

My tears have dried

Every ounce of my soul is gone

My heart has nearly died

I am tired of failing

Of being left behind

I wish to disappear

My mind is broken

Half the time

I am scared

To be free

I want to move out

But I don't want to be me

I'm terrified of living

A fake me is who they see

I write of darkness

Speak of trauma

So then

Why on earth are you following me?

The city that never sleeps
is also
The city that never dreams

Look out for future unrest!