WAIT, BOY, JUST, STOP FOR A, WHILE,
WE AER ALL RUNNING,LIFE IS TRIAL!

I grew tired of the sun and the snow;
of the night and the day;
of the right and the wrong.
Lines once so clear
began to blur together.
I grew tired of searching
for something more than what I had.
I grew tired of being happy,
just as I grew tired of being sad.
The days were long,
but nothing felt so long
as the days I spent with you.

Our vacant selves plastered
together in some vain attempt at intimacy.
And yet,
I've never felt further away from someone.

I can't stay














...being mad at you,
...being stone-cold at you,
...befriending pride and hating the things you do,
...being a coward by not letting you know how much I care
how much I love, how far I could run for you and with you

I just can't stay any longer without you :<

and so I'll go

...start every morning with you
...back to your arms when life's going rough
...fight not against you but with you


I'll go wherever you go,
you are home.

I have many a pencil,
but none of them
would be sufficient
to sketch the lines of your face
as you smile.

I have to walk along with this wound
turning to scar sometimes, at last
I didn't choose it, but it seems to be it
I am not my illness; but it walks along me

And I have to come to terms with it every morning
It sabotages me and makes me strong.
I can't kick it. It is like a smothering rope, around my chest.
I am not my illness; but we are united bitterly

Lover or nurse - don't make me choose!
My illness came to make the most of me
It was something I had to touch with my hand
She's a topic to explain,
She's something I can't explain quite well
Yet she is there
I am not my illness; I will get free
Drown my hands in this rabbit hole
till I reach MY SOUL

We met,
To find a solution at least,
Everyone was professional,
Dedicated to his work day and night on call.
I was different,
Food first was my want,
So while they thought out of the box,
I ate from the box,
First theirs, then mine
After finishing set them in a line.
They came back famished,
But theirs I had already relished,
Fresh and without stress,
I thought under no duress,
The problem was the solution,
What a situation.
Remember eat first,
Then do your best.
No food,
Bad mood
24/6/2019