Why do I run after you?
Not quite a cheetah-versus-gazelle chase
but a chase nonetheless.
The kind only seen in dreams
the ones that never end.
Reaching out as far as possible
but never quite getting there.

Not even close.

(gbr)

Forcefield around my head.
I probably should be in bed.
My walls are red,
my fish is dead.
I'd throw your body into a shed.

I didn't mean a thing I just said.

(gbr)

moments alone are when I'm most at home
cup of coffee in hand, glasses on
the cool breeze coming in from outside
away from the voices of others
away from their thoughts
their stares
their criticism
i'm in the comfort of my own company
where my thoughts pour out
and swirl around
like constellations on my ceiling

(gbr)