The compassion I keep
is lost
when I find the need,
it is so low
during the day
that it crawls back in the night
all at once,
feeling ruthless in my mess state
of what I felt
the whole day.


My heart is so cold
in the warm sun.
I flip internally
as the moon comes by.
Empathize
to every device,
my tiny heart increases in size.
Feelings swarm around,
I feel them all
and by the morning,
I am empty
again.