everyday
of ruled papers and dying pens
of mirthful laughters and brushing skins
i filled myself with happiness and sunshine
as i surrounded myself with people that i loved
as i could not wish
for a tomorrow as today is an everlasting bliss

and every night
i destroy myself in pieces
as unknown thoughts to my head
take over my mind and i lost
everything that i called as anchors to life

i will meet you there
between spaces and comas
and stretched ink across false words
with pencil scribbles here and there
amongst colourful highlights across
feelings that you felt through
the darkest nights and suffocating weep
when you are broken by life
as you hide away from the face
of the world

i will meet you there
where dreams exist
and i exist for you
even for a while
and i will tell you
that everything will be fine
even though
i will be gone
by the time i finish it

touch me with your sunflower fingers
and perhaps i will be whole that way
and perhaps i will touch you
with razor hands in blood
with disaster in each of my fingertips
and hoping that you see me
beautiful
that way

let’s live suddenly without thinking

under honest trees,
                        a stream
does.the brain of cleverly-crinkling
-water pursues the angry dream
of the shore. By midnight,
                                a moon
scratches the skin of the organised hills

an edged nothing begins to prune

let’s live like the light that kills
and let’s as silence,
                            because Whirl’s after all:
(after me)love,and after you.
I occasionally feel vague how
vague idon’t know tenuous Now-
spears and The Then-arrows making do
our mouths something red,something tall