I am empty
like a jar
full of air.
And yet,
when I am filled
with negativity and
scary things--
I always overflow.
So I flood everything
around me.

This flood becomes a sea
where dark things like
secrets, memories, and dreams
dwell.
Even the muffled tinkling of music boxes
can be heard as they play underwater.
Sometimes I glimpse at the pretty Ballerinas
who twirl forever in front of the mirrors. But,
somewhere in their dance or figures they are
broken;
So they disappear like phantoms into the deep.

None of the other things like photographs,
lockets, or letters of lover's messages ever
float up or surface.
All these things just drift forever
in slow motion until the currents of
the highs and lows drag them along.

In this world where I exist
as the empty jar there is no earth,
but only sea and sky.

In the sky,
that is where Reality exists.
Reality is actually the red-brick wall
in the sky.
The wall never moves, never yields,
it is always there.
Sometime, You should watch as the blind doves
fly into that wall.
The doves fly until they thump into it,
and then they
fall
and
fall
and plunge
into the dark sea my overflowing created.
The doves become prey for the awakened beasts
who snarl and roar
at the scent of blood.
And then I think...
if there was any earth or firm ground
that the doves should plummet to--
the situation still wouldn't be any better.
There would be dozens of flies buzzing over
the dead doves' bodies