I could be trapped in any place,
She'd still be my soul escape.
Her eyes glow,
To shine the beauty of her soul.
And if you witness the smile,
You too, can escape for a while.

Falling through space and time

                                                           ­    I see her smile...

The one thing that makes me happy

                                                          ­               As I fall through each mile...

There's a tiredness in my bones that runs deeper than my ability to think. I am tired of this life, of living for the others I am driven to love. They are difficult. I am exhausted.

The time past
and so do memories.
My mind is numb
and I felt nothing,
but sadness.
I'm empty
but my hand
and
my heart
are not unison.
I'm curious
but I'm scared
for I no longer can write
because now night time
is just darkness
and an empty room literally.

What is pain? Is pain an emotion or experience?
Is pain the feeling that makes you wanna pull back reality? Or is pain the feeling that brings you back to it?
What is reality? Is it what you went through or what you're supposed to learn from it?

How can someone explain pain? Many would stay put and deal with what has been dealt to them. Others would move on, whether with something new, or old. Some would move on with  "I left you for her, then I left her for you, and then I left you again for her".. How would one make sense of that?

Pain for many would be the emotional feeling of deep loss.. Maybe something else could've caused it, but pain stays the same. Pain that wrecked your world, pain that made you cry, pain that made you break to the utmost breaking point!

But what is pain today?

Pain is just another memory..

i.

under a flaming bridge
blue islands,
sky-stream of
light, as the tranquil
waters unfold,
dream of
visionary seers
and haunted rooms.

gold sun running
like a tide,
pads of echoing cloud,
reflections like
mirrors on
the hollowy
water.

ii.

oil on canvas
pond of daydream,
water wrapped in love
and flower.

sunken, bird of grey
wire, fallen stone,
rippling ghost.

iii.

flower of ghost,
ink lady of sapphire
melting and sinking
like lanterns
in a chine,
where the night
wanders and the stars
lean against the sky.

iv.

watery isle,
rivery summer golds,
trembling pond,
flower of the dragonfly
flower of white sun.

v.

shadows in the leaves
monet fire of gold,
strange indigos,
violet sky,
water-dragon of the pond
water-dragon of the flowers.

Mossy rock mossy me
by a little stream
where birds sing
as they bathe
and I pretend
I have feathers
just like them
and splash and fluff
and throw back my head
to sing and to laugh
but at the slightest sign
of alarm they fly off
and I am all alone
silent as a stone
on a mossy rock
mossy me