every day I long for the night
and every night I yearn for the stars–
seems like they're the only ones that calm my roiling thoughts these days;
my tumultuous
heart
drowning on fire; my mind is lost
in sky, clouded words,
long goodbyes,
dark.

and though I have a soul of
few wounds I somehow still
manage to learn this
inexplicable
oceanic sadness–
why is it that we exist
when we are so flawed, why is it that we
must dedicate ourselves to pursuits of no meaning,
why is it that though happiness is all we desire
we don't share, we're just liars–I sit here torn,
close my eyes,
crackle and burn.