I wish to be tossed
Onto the soft, rich topsoil
And devoured quickly
By wriggling worms and insects.
I wish I was dead.

To this day,
your name
still hurts my tongue
but I still say it anyway.
Sometimes I like to
hear my soul
gently tear itself
apart.

What an order?
Order of reaction
Zero order
First order
Second order
Pseudo order
Or
world orders?

When your mind is not
in agitation, it's in meditation.

Another day
Another chance to
choose another way
for a new beginning.
Another promise
Sunrise......
Another beautiful painting
by the hand of God
Shell✨🐚

Words carry me and coerce me
Drive me further away and on
They ever emplore me
Never employ me
Help to diversify me
And occasionally to yawn
Not just the at but with the person
I am impersonating myself
A staggering man
A sentenceless soul
A distant floodlight casting clouds
No word were ever a cry for help

Eventually ...
You drink coffee for what it means
For how you see yourself when you drink
And to think
... Eventually