Concerning social interactions,
I've concluded after thinking,
They call such things relation"ships",
Because they're always sinking.

The mirror is not my friend.
I asked it once, "who is the fairest of them all?"
And my own mouth answered,  "certainly not you."
I heard it echo a thousand times in a
Thousand different voices, all of them telling me
I’d never be good enough.
For myself, for anyone.
I let my fist find the reflection of my mouth
And I did not flinch as my blood fell onto the shards.

to a beginning no one has dug far enough or searched their souls long
enough
nor has been ever a man who lived as long as Moses, or caused more  doubts than Mephistopheles.
Don't get me wrong, I am religious, in a vaporous way,
I see apples as figs and floods as myths.
Reminisces cloud my atheistic thoughts. Day to day according to the sun shines
or cloudiness.
And steam rises from my breath, at times. When I feel so alone, and coldness closes around, I doubt  my doubts.
I seek God to speed healing when a loved one is in need.
I am first off, an honest hypocrite. I would sell my soul for Peace.
I see the new day, sometimes, kneel down in prayer.
My question remains as I say, Amen, for what.
And to whom?

She is electric, frenetic energy
Dancing on broken glass,
She’s the current racing through oceans.
She’s about to overload your circuits,
And tomorrow you’ll thank her for it,
Begging on your knees for just
One more taste.

And then the leaves changed
and everything was lost
in hues, red and gold