11.5.11
When
I see
                                                                ­         you
nothing else matters.
the way I
                                                                ­       break
down,
self-realization hits me.
                                                             ­              I
need to figure out what is
real.
What is not.
What is surreal.
What is sane.
These memories build like
building blocks,
until one day I decide to
make it all
                                                             ­        shatter.