It is possible to change.

Enter the dusky wilderness
in stillness, in silence

moments will open
like desert bloom

brief and luminous.

These bright minds,
reaching further
and further
into space

As if there aren’t enough
problems
down below

Maybe they’re simply trying
to get away,
just like the rest of us

even though
you’re halfway
across the world
by now

it still feels
like we’re at
opposite ends
of the same room

"Call me when you feel better"

I'll never feel well enough to call you again.

When I think of you I think of poetry
I think of my favorite words
Ever so carefully written
Methodically planned in rhythm
Like lyrics I can't forget
When they seep into my soul
And smear ink all over my mind

One single word
One individual thought
One run-on sentence
One simple sigh
One delicate touch
One dark feeling
One fragile moment
One broken memory
One piece of my soul
One fragment of my being...

I could finally feel whole.